Where We All Should Be

Where We All Should Be

Subscribed to the beast and he called me one. Collect for Christ’s sake. And here I thought that greed was no longer in fashion, but somebody came over from HQ and made me slip it on backwards. I don’t have time for this any more. My Soc Sec failed the mailbox, and the rent is due.

Not the house. That doesn’t count. More like how much I need to pay to keep the light in my head on. Once it goes out, I’m done. All five sides and no refunds.

Probably not for a while, though. The woman next door stopped by for a cup of ant poison and a neck massage. I went to school for this stuff, even got a diploma.

The polar bears melted, though. They said they were tired of living in the desert.

Still, my best friend and I scooped them up, put them in a FedEx bag and sent them home. It’s where we all should be. And I didn’t invent that wish. My best friend loves that kind of stuff and I go along for the ride.

Like that time we went to the fair and I won a prize sharpshooting. Hit those metal animals right in their metal faces and they howled metal while they tumbled. Cotton candy did nothing for me, though. It made me sad with its hair like Grandma used to wear.

She brought me up to respect laws that lie broken on the ground and now I wish I had buried her in the forest she loved so much instead of under the sidewalk. But I was broke when she died and couldn’t afford the bus fare.

Next time somebody I love leaves me alone, I’ll get it right. These days you can beg by the coffee shop and get enough in an hour or two to pay for the funeral.

Still, I can’t help but wonder if there will be a next time. My stock got shorted last week and all the brokers just laughed. Hell, I laughed too because I enjoy a recession. Everyone shuts up about being rich for a while. And when that happens, I can hear the voice of God inside me again like I could when I was younger and filled closer to the brim with faith.

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Victor David, Dynamic Creed. Stay blessed.