Being Moved By the Breeze

A manger for a fast-food chain sees a man with a cardboard sign inscribed "anny bit wil help". The manager sees this, pulls his brake, and spits at the man, "Get you a job you filthy piece of shit!" The man in a quandary of the managers words become lost somewhere between "you" and "job". The two words coexisting within the same context or rather even the same sentence structure is somehow garbled, mutilated in translation.

Much time will pass. He will look down at his dirty, disgusting, hideous way of life he so barely clings to, and have idea that will come haunting so to mind. He takes his coat wraps it nice and tight, finds the closest tree and makes a poorly made noose. Looks at his sign and flips it over with a tear, and writes frivolously upon it. Then climbs oh so high to the tree top. And is soon left suspended from now to eternity. The manager passes by when he notices a peculiar thing. A man twenty or so feet above him dangling, dead with the cardboard sign from yesterday that now reads "heres hopeing to macke yur day sum bit briter". My question is if you were the manager would you have given the man even some kind of miniscule job to make his day and save his life or would you have cursed the same way and driven off to attend your mundane world? When it comes to it what will you do?

Alcatraz Jr.

Well, being an inmate at the local prison will be best years of my life. What prison you ask? Ah good question glad you're so inquisitive my friend. It's called high school A.K.A. jail. A wonderful educational facility whose bars are specially designed with your tax dollars Mom and Dad! Thanks! I love when I go to the nurse's office and am immediately accused that I'm getting an Advil only to crush it up to deal it to my coke-head friends. What could top that you ask? Oh I would have to say me being the one to get decked in the face and getting the in school suspension not them. Gotta beat the shit outta someone to keep from crying right? I love being a 12th grade intellectual in speech and comprehension and be at a 8th grade math level. Let's hear it for amazing curriculum! I love roaming the different cells with shackles that your taxes directly fund for. You don't like that terminology? Cells? It's a much more polite term that how would normally address it, that's a promise. It's not anything like jail you say? Maybe you should take that four foot rod up out of your asshole, get hit as hard as physically possible by reality, and WAKE THE FUCK UP! If anyone needs me I'll be the one with 1200 other students wearing the chains and handcuffs. No were not sex slaves just students silly parents. Oh and if you see your local school board member could you relay the message for him to take that rod out his ass too? That'd be peachy.