Horatio and George pled out all the sotps.New Orleans melted.Their fathers returned with their beatitudes. She told him his writing was too dense.The railcars came and the caboose and the question of his sanity, but it vanished because it didnt make sense that all was a Fools errand.It didnt make sense that the Creator made anguish. It only made sense thatBad people,And evil itself,Made anguishAnd that when evil was exposedIt was free.As long as he wasNot the heroAnd tookNo creditFor what he did in secretHe had a chance.The pimp melted. Esme stood. Heroic.She was somewhat vain. But this experience,tho wretched,Unfair,And abominable,Had taught her protection.This was four Years later.And Horatio, now calledCalamity,Had been caught in trouble. It was her turn to return the favor.He had got caught up in the world. She reminded him the world was empty. He was tryingTo practice kindness.He had joined something religious.He had lost his sheen, and forgotten His own path.The true path. The individual path. And not the ministers path.Not the churches path. For church was but a meeting place.It was awful. Awful to behold. Such a great man come to such fortuneThrough brainwash.Through the clever tongues.But it was his own emptiness.His own fidgeting. His own blues. He had forgotten. She re-taught him. She started with books. Yes, this woman, now with a young child, was an intellect. But more importantly, her spirit had returned.It was a long day. This was a series of many long days. Three years of long days.She reminded him he wasnt the center of things.That shaking hands and camaraderie were fine, but not the sole endeavor. And that the sole ,endeavor was not all that bad. No, this was not nihilism. This was not existential. The spirit breaks those. Tames them. Alone, they are bad. Together, powerful.He got a small job and he looked good. He wore his Brooks Brothers hat. It is important to note that this story is current day, if only for the fact that I must tell you, Horatio, now Calamity, stuck out like a sore thumb. People took him as novelty. He was not going to remove his hatPeople were eager to be his friend, empty people, but he had learned. Yes, there are empty people, who choose nothing.They are nihilists.I suppose it is important to speak of George. George died. It was not humorous. It was not tragic. It was fact.George got sick and he died. He could have lived, but he would not fight. This happens to people. Yes, Calamity had learned that to, tho it was hard to accept.Accept it he had to, at least for his own sake. The whole Gang from the old school was going that way. He found that if he did not watch himself, people stole from him, fought from him, and thatit was God telling him to focus. Focus orLose.Focus.So hes onThe bus,Focusing,Taking in The goodAnd the bad,Remaining busy,Until theThing isDone,The thingHe doesNot knowEntirely.He is a mediator.He likesFishing.It may beSimply that.But he does Not Like when PeopleCrowd him.If he focusesPeople runScared.If he wantsToWearHis hat,He must focus.If you wantTo beFree,You must Focus.If you want To be free,You mustNot fear.If you wantToBeFree,You MustFight,Focus,AndNotHaveFear.He wanted to live.And that is what he knew. And that was good enough.Just enough,For heHad everythingGoing for him.The old memoriesBut the department store wasnt workHe knew this.He knew about the ancients.He had farmedHe workedHe had seen farm work. It was hard at the department store. Everyone was empty. It was hard not to get caugh up in their small lives of purchasing and complaining and waitingAround the clockTo get four more dollars and caught in the cycle he was trying to break.He used a machete yesterday. It was hard to come in and feel so diminished.Such a pawn. He lies to himself that he needs this job. Other people say it is good for him. He does not believe it. He needs to work there for where he lives requires a paystub.He lies to himself thatThereIs no Other way.He waits and smokes.

And is kind once again He lives on coffee now.It willBe over Soon, he tells himself.He believes It.For that is what is true.And that is the end of Horatios tale.He remembers himself. His father returned. Work.IsALolt.And he has many skills. His goal is to get off the system.He writes music to. His real name is kevin,I am him.This is somewhat real.If it wasnt humorousWell. I DunoGo to the joke shop.