Wednesday, May 5, 2010

141. Lessons from Madmen


141.

The New Zealander claims that “The American black man is the wildest animal on the face of the earth” and needs “more bloody fear for the law—more police and jails!”

He keeps up a constant monologue about shock treatments, fellow madmen, murder, suicide, guns, knives, blood, testicles, cunts—and he says he is a paranoid schizophrenic with no personality of his own—he only mimics others. His face is distorted by constant motion and I don’t mind confessing that it makes me very nervous to be sleeping in the same room with him.

I don’t much care to be awake in the same room with him either, so I walk a lot during the day.

As I walk I think.

I always thought I was a fairly gentle and generous person, but the heat, flies and constant nagging of beggars is wearing me down. I seem to be becoming more brutal and aggressive in self-defense.

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A man I meet on the street warns me that the local police “are down on European hippies” and by that I suppose he means me, since I am white, my hair has grown longer as I travel and my beard is pretty full now too.

He also says that the further east you go the worse it is “for hippies”.


I am having enough trouble just getting by so I visit a barber for what I hope is an acceptable short haircut and beard trim--then I visit the police station to pick up my passport.



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