08/27/2013 (Tuesday)- Win/Win (?)
Today
my grandfather decided to give me tips on properly driving my car, which is
stick shift. He tells me that I should
be smoother shifting between gears, and then decides to show me how.
My
grandfather is half-blind (macular degeneration), half-deaf, and more stubborn
than a horny teenage bull.
“Fuck
it,” I said as I slid into the passenger’s seat.
We
stopped at every shadow cast by a tree/lamp/house on the street, we almost hit every trash can lining our
neighborhood, and jumped at least three curbs.
He’s
happy to finally drive again.
I’m
happy we didn’t kill anyone.
07/15/2013 (Monday)- Norm
Each
morning I stare in to my mirror, a masked face gazes back at me. It’s a simple mask: white, smooth porcelain, with two slits for
the eyes. My guardians asked me to wear
it, Society demanded that I make it a habit.
I’ve
forgotten the face under it, I wonder if I truly even knew it. I can’t remember when I started wearing the
mask, when I started hiding myself.
There
are people that have taken it off: deviants, heretical freaks, aberrant
perverts. Society mocks them every
chance she gets.
I
touch my porcelain cheek. Society slaps
my hand.
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