He was handed a slip of paper years ago from the homeless man in the parking lot up at the Winn Dixie on Big Pine.. on it was a copy of an artists rendition of a man holding a pen and paper among'st the tall buildings of Manhattan from which he had been delivered as an infant ... the man in the picture was looking up towards the stars in a night sky over and above the City's Skyline.
He always thought Jersey John looked like the reincarnate between Joseph Stalin and Charles Bronson... his plight in this life was to live in the woods for neigh on 40 years now... he had some arrest record too let me tell you .. he could of been in the book of some worlds records... they had one thing at least in common ... a hateful woman that kept him from what he was legally entitled too.... but it was years earlier... the lesson for him was still coming to be learned.
The Forensic Biologist approached the bench...... shortly after his death in his dearly beloved 'Woods'
'Why he never quit the worry and the struggle and the for whom exactly he lived his life.. we shall never know' as they rolled him into the crematorium ........
Not terribly reassuring ...... he thought to himself as he watched on .........
The court Jester next approached the bench..... 'Your honor to whom exactly are we offering up the pleasing and why would that be'?
Our diminished pursuit of happiness based upon who's authority?
Your OWN?
Or the things of stealth and lies and deceit that we allow to surround ourselves with and accept in good faith without one single Qualm?
and the Judge replied... 'Of course' 'sure' 'why didn't you know?'
and laughed his ass off......... Why He had been cheated.
