"Perhaps," therapist says, "you should take some time to restructure
your ethical system." Sulk. Therapist don't make me feel better.
Get dizziness talking to him. Too hard. Maybe I just stomp him I
feel better. Murder get complex fast though. I need simple.
Vacation seems simple. Kids crabs crawl along the beach. Throwing
sand round. With their plastic shovels and buckets and claws and that
peculiar sidewise step. Sand get into my shoes. Fly into my face.
My eye. I mad.
Kids crabs good for stepping on I think. Crabs crunchier, kids
meatier. Sand all over kids, fuck it, pop into my mouth. Crabs too
much work. Parents too, waving legal documents in my face. Too
squirmy, antsy, yell too much, too loud going down. Give me gas
indigestion, bah. Stomp.
Police come, try to arrest me. I so mad I stomp on them too. Natural
respect for authority figures--gone. Gone gone. Stomp stomp.
Therapist wasn't happy but I just laught and laught.
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