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by Justin Thyme
I'm out on the street now, out of
the ‘Stute
where I lived for about 10 years.
My straight jacket's gone. I traded
it in.
I guess I've changed careers.
The day I escaped, I decided to stop
by a tavern along the road.
But I didn't have cash and I wanted
a brew
to lighten up my load.
This guy at the bar was some kinda
star
and he bought me a whiskey and beer.
I can't quite remember how much that
I drank,
but it got my old mind in gear.
I soon started thinkin' about the
old days
before I had lost my head
and ended up on old "Stute Row
(well, better there, than dead!)
So, I'm sitting in this tavern, see,
and talking to some dude
who's talking 'bout some "bits
and bytes"
acting sorta rude
by turning his head and laughing
outloud
when I say, "Are you going to
eat?"
He answers like this, "You're
such an old man!
What brought you off the
street?"
He starts to explain that his friend
is insane
and he talks to him on ICQ.
I ask him if he's got a hit he can
spare
or possibly even two.
"Before I went into the
‘Stute," I say,
"My friends were all on LSD.
But I'd be quite willing to try ICQ
if you'd spare a hit for me."
This jerk looked at me like I had 3
heads
and told me to leave Justin Kace.
I said, "That's my brother! Do
you know him?"
And he punched me in the face.
Well after that, I was feeling quite
poor
so I got up and hitched me a ride.
To a town I won't mention in case
the white suits
are still looking for me far and
wide.
I got there in tact, with my shoes
on my feet
and a small little flask of wine
I'd managed to bum from a girl on
the street
who was walking a straight line.
There were so many cop cars with so
many lights
as I was walking by her...
she slipped me the flask that she'd
recently hid
behind the left front tire.
And when I got into this town by the
sea
there was nowhere I could find to
sleep.
So I cuddled right up to a light
post in front
of the library in a heep.
The sun soon came up and this lady
was staring
at me through her glasses so thick.
She said, "Old man, do you need
help?"
And I answered, "Yes! Please!
Quick!"
She said that she handled the filing
of books
at the library (she was the clerk).
And asked me if I was in need of
some funds
and asked if I wanted to work.
Of course I agreed! What else could
I do?
My bed at the ‘Stute was long gone.
And so I have traded my straight
jacket
for this suit that I put on.
The next time I stop by this
bulletin board
I'll tell you about what I do.
But if you have read all of this up
to now,
I'm sure you are glad that you're
through.
So, suffice to say, I traded my
whites
for a suit made of tweed with a tie.
And I'm hoping to find myself one
small hit
of some sweet ICQ, by and by.
signed,
Justin Thyme
aka Leonardo DaVinci
Library Aide
Well, I came for a laugh and I got just
that and more. Good job and
welcome
to real world.
Thank you, Walter. It is a very
interesting
place, this RW. Nobody tells me when
to
eat or sleep. I have computer access
in the
administrative offices whenever I
want, as
long as I get my work done. I saw
cartoons
on cable TV the other day. Reminded
me a
bit of my ‘Stute days. Downtown, I
noticed
some other people sleeping in front
of
buildings. I guess they just got out
of their
‘Stutes, too. I hope they find a
nice lady
like Marian, the Librarian, my boss,
to take
them in. Could I ask you a question,
though?
Where does one go to rent an
apartment? I am
making "minimum wage". For
now, Marian
lets me sleep up in the stacks but I
only have
a 2 weeks, then I have to go out on
my own.
Thanks.
J.T.
Library Aide
Well J.T.,
Sounds like you're adjusting quite
well to life on
the outside , and I might ad that the
new career
you have chosen is ideally suited to one
of your
obvious literary talents. Just
remember should
you start feeling too home-sick ,
we'll leave a
light on for you at the ‘Stute.
Doc
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