YOU KNOW I STARED INTO THE SUN BECAUSE I HEARD THINGS IN THERE, BEAUTIFUL THINGS. THIS PARK BENCH WAS THE PERFECT PLACE TO LOSE MY MIND, TO BEGIN MY LIFE AND APPROACH APOTHEOSIS. I HAD EVERYTHING I NEEDED RIGHT HERE, WITH THIS HAYBALE RIGHT BEHIND ME, EVEN AFTER I WENT BLIND AND CRAZY, AS MY BODY WAS STILL CRAVING THE MORTAL RESTRAINTS OF FOOD I WOULD LEAN BACK AND CHOMP OFF A JAW FULL OF HAY AND GRIND AWAY ON THAT TO KEEP THE POOR BODY ALIVE. PEOPLE HAD DAMN NEAR GIVEN ME UP FOR DEAD BY THAT TIME ANYWAY, THEY WERE AS LIKE TO THROW OLD SHOES AT ME AND WHAT FELT LIKE OLD CAR TIRES AND THEY COULD BE COUNTED ON TO BREAK BEER BOTTLES OVER MY HEAD BEFORE THEY WOULD EVER BREAK ANY BREAD. THE RAIN AND THE WIND AND THE ANTS HAD TAKEN MOST OF ME AWAY BY THE END OF TWO YEARS. SITTING ON THIS BENCH I HAD BEEN PUTTING IN SPIRITUAL WORK TWENTY-FOUR-SEVEN WHEN I WASN'T CHASING OFF RATS OR FIGHTING THE UBIQUITOUS PARK BUMS WHO GOT TOO CLOSE TO MY BENCH. AND THEN ONE GLAD MORNING I JUST SORT OF DRIFTED OFF INTO THE WIND IN AN ANGEL'S DRAFT, DOING THE NEXT THING. AND I CAN'T REALLY SAY I WOULD CHANGE ANYTHING. WELL, MAYBE I'D HAVE LEFT A BIT MORE HAY ON THE HAYBALE FOR ALL THOSE BUMS TO EAT, THEY SURE DID SEEM TO WANT IT!
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