Start to my book

"Green Leaf Village"

The executioner hung us at daybreak on the second Sunday of the ninth month. Five of us, lined up in a row like children waiting in the elementary school lunch line, anticipating the weekly favored and highly raved macaroni and cheese. Two of us were scared shitless wondering as to what death would bring. Two of us were happy to finally get away from “what this world has come to”. Then there was me a little of both but just repetitively asking myself the question “what the fuck is in that delicious yellow cheese”?

I mean I had no purpose of being there I was 18 the youngest of the five and I really hadn’t lived my life except for a few blotter trips on a space craft and a “couple two, tree” times being above the normal elevation of my own skeptic loopy mind (and everyone else’s for that matter).

I kept thinking to myself and laughing at myself as I watched the people look at me with such entertained looks on their face like I was some television show…they were amused. Maybe I am a television show. Then I thought lets make this a television show! “And first off on this evenings episode of death in town square APATHY.” Then I just shut my mouth and looked out as the entertained looks on peoples faces turned to blank undisclosed stares at one another. As well as the other four aging adolescents in this middle school lunch line of a execution and then back to me.

“I am the master of ceremonies tonight, I am the chosen one from the Messiah I am myself” Random adlibs along the lines of “Criminal, Sick Fuck, WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE” came about and it really, really hurt! Oh that last one really set me over the edge yes it did “Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you? Are you misled because I’m not. Are you true to yourself because I am and frankly I do not believe a ‘criminal’ of my status should be looked down upon or in this case LOOKED UP upon in such a way by you everyday commoners.

I laughed again and then all the sudden it dropped, the rope finally dropped. I was dead, some say a serial killer will go straight to hell for crimes he had committed against his society and his God but not me no not I. I was mommy’s little soldier! I mean sure I was a little off the deep end as a child and have only swam farther down stream since then but apart from having a few screws loose I am 110% normal.