RUN AMUCK

 

Chester Henfield was cast aside at a young age. It was no doing of his, but he had exactly no time to dally. He had to ‘get on with it’, just to save his own skin and survive. No time for remorse, or your hurled curses. Only time will allow that, if you make it*.

So, if you want to talk about ‘tight’, that might be the hole Chester Henfield had to squeeze through, just to survive.

*(If you do make it,

you can unleash

all the hatred

you can muster,

if you must,

but I’d be careful…

very careful.)

Even the bird’s-eye view will be distorted by the lens of life’s experiences. You can’t see clearly from just one vantage so don’t try, even if it’s all you know, it’s never nearly enough.

Get along, flow along, after all, a bird’s eye is not the view Chester was privy to, more that of a worm, so it didn’t really matter. A worm sticking it’s head out of the murk, only to glimpse the real world while preferably in the darkness. Blind to the light, it shudders and withdraws.

So it is with Chester.

But then, Chester was oblivious. Obscured by his harsh, day-to-day, realities, were, The Realities…

Of which he had no idea…or scope.

So, they didn’t matter.

Life exists in the moment for Chester.

Nothing else.

One day Chester found himself, fully exposed, in the bright moonlight. He had no idea it was lunar-something-or-other day… It was a fuckin’ Thursday, 1 AM and the last run to liquor store before closing. But then he was cast in this ‘magical light’ and thought to himself, “ What the fuck ?”

He cowered from it, even though he knew it was not an alien spaceship…it could be. He edged himself along the walls, and into the shadows, all the way to his apartment. It wasn’t far, a block and a half, but it felt a mile, and by the time he got back, he was sweating profusely, and had the agita, you wouldn’t believe.

Once he calmed down it was 3 – 3:30…and he never really rested, he just tossed and turned throughout . Part of it was his wish, and part was his anxiety. But best put those thoughts to rest. If only he could…

Waking up, wasted, with nowhere to turn. He wormed his way out of the hole, but suspected, just the same, something horrific would happen this day. His first day in daylight…

And it did, in the shape of a trash truck, run amuck…

Poor shmuck, just his luck.

Stomped upon, without even being noticed.

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