The desperado

he wasn't always this way, desperate, needy and insane. well.. maybe he was but that only adds to his weird and stupid. i do not know why he was this way, but maybe this story might help shed some light.. the boy was a playful boy, euphemism for his energetic mischief and his boundlessness. he made teachers cry and children sing, and he did more. a day at the principal's office and he was asked about his guilt and what he felt. he said, i am not guilty for i have not done anything wrong to me, i have done something wrong only in your narrow eyes, in your world and in your terms. i am only a prisoner in you. when the teacher fumed and the principal shocked, the big fat teacher slapped him with a crackle. the principal felt that boy john doe was right but wrong, and that he sounded wiser than his stupidity, but nonetheless, adults are adults and we shouldn't be disobeyed. he made sure the boy was broken in spirit, bruised in dignity and lost in the murky waters of adulthood confusion.

#Personalblog #2009