Friday, April 18, 2008

Story #41 - Outside

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Outside
by Dan Schwartz

I wanted to live in the land of bad decisions. In order to live in the land of bad decisions, you have to make some bad decisions.

It was so nice outside, damn it really was, so I sat out there on a chair and thought, you know, I'm going to stay here. I'm not going back inside at all. Not at all.

It proved more difficult. For one thing, it turns out to be cold at night. I found a patch of sod they were using to cover up an upturned field, and I slept under that. I found shelters - the tarps at baseball diamonds, dumpsters, various pieces of cloth.

For food I would scour around the area, looking at trash cans, going to pick up the scraps from restaurants. Sometimes there were cats and dogs.

Then winter came. Turns out that the weather isn't always this nice, sometimes it gets extremely cold. I ate snow to survive, as much as that could have helped. I tried to make warm insulation inside of me. I may have gotten frostbite? I don't know.

The important thing is that my sojourn outside was terminated - not by my own free will, understand, but by someone picking up my frozen body and taking it to a hospital. That bastard. Didn't they know I didn't want any help - that this is what I chose, to make a life like this for myself?

I was so close.

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Friday, April 11, 2008

Story #40 - Climbing a Tree

Dang, I have been neglectful, I guess that is what happens when you are busy all the time. But no fear! I will try to get this back to at least a semi-regular schedule.

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Climbing a Tree
by Dan Schwartz

I wanted to live in the land of bad decisions. In order to live in the land of bad decisions, you have to make some bad decisions.

When I was 9 or so, there was this tree in my neighborhood that I could climb up easily. So sometimes I would go up there and hide for a time.

Once, I decided I would stay there for as long as possible. I didn't prepare, I just went up and did not come down.

Only, I didn't tell anybody. Which is why, when my family walked past yelling my name, trying to find me, I wasn't sure whether I should answer or not. Part of me knew I should probably come down there. Part of me was thinking: Stay up here. Stay up here. Don't say anything.

Oh, I came down eventually. Someone in my family eventually looked up. They got angry. I was grounded for maybe a week or so, I don't remember.

Looking back I think that I knew, even then, that it was a bad decision to begin with. And yet I did it anyway. Maybe I shouldn't have, who can say that now. But it happened.

I haven't been back up the tree yet.

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