Need Hero? Picture Yourself!

Once upon a time, I stared at a typewriter until a gunshot was heard and blood spattered across a sheet of paper. The End began when the boy I was saw a dog on top of his house.

                                   Chapter 1: It was a dark and stormy night.

It would be so cool to see that sound bite on his tombstone but he’s immortal now.

Lucky bastard.

As for me, I have to dig deep until words begin to bleed like fresh tattoos of Pit Bulls on the back of a drug dealer in the city of illegal guns and roses. This is what I remember about The Wonder Years Of Living Dangerously.  In my childhood, I saw the bombings on my train of thoughts by the legalized graffiti artists of Madison Avenue and how life movies on in The South Bronx of America. I saw we had all the time in the world.

And I say to myself, like Louis Armstrong sang, what a wonderful world this is.

 I love you, honey bunny…

I’m happy to see the graphic design power of words prove one picture is worth a thousand words. 

A Brief History Of Mind

Once upon a time in The South Bronx of America, I peeled back layers of old carpet to an era when people used newspapers to line wooden floors. 


I found a reporter with my first name. Then I slipped through a rift of imagination and fell from starry skies to a parallel universe where dreams come true.

 “A glorious place, a glorious age, I tell you! A very Neon Renaissance---And the myths that touched you at that time---not Hercules, Orpheus and Aeneas—but Super Man, Captain Marvel, Bat Man”

                                                                                               

                                        Tom Wolfe on page 911 in Bartlett’s Book of Quotations

 I Once upon a time, I made a wish to live life like a Great American Novel, one that would read  like the science fiction of a comic book worthy of the shelves of The Public Library, my childhood Fortress of Solitude. 

Ms. Raeside, my 6^th grade English teacher, believed I would do it in the near future. Just write what you know, she advised. 

I know Social Media.

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