Exodus from the River Town

The truth is simple: man is evil. He is a beast; a small step up from the savage. In the truest unadulterated form of being, men grouped themselves: by color, religion, or social and economic status.

if we all looked alike man would gather together based on the size of his genitals. The holocaust would come again.

I only say this because it was the only way I could simplify the actions of the human beasts which I called neighbors in the river town I called home. Hatred and ignorance hung in the air like a thick mist of shit.

A square mile mistake was my purgatory for the greater part of my life. In God’s fish bowl experiment, I was the case study. I was the hamster. I was the rat trying to exit the maze, but at least the rat had cheese for an incentive of possible escape.