Freaky Freddy in the Mountains

Man, does it ever feel good to get out of that hellhole. I’m just glad to finally be up in the mountains away from all of society’s bullshit. It is very nice to have the silence and wilderness of the Appalachians replace all the noise and pollution of Savannah. The city life is terrible with everyone being a slave to the rich elite. I got them though. Those capitalists bastards can spend some more of their hard-earned money to fix the damage. I hope it costs them a fortune to replace the gas station.

I was once a slave to the place. I worked the graveyard shift peddling junk to anyone and everyone in Savannah. I saw all types of people go into that store. They were always slaves to something or another. There was that girl who was a slave to men dressing like a slut all the time. Many people were slaves to those damn cigarettes or to the fatty snacks. In any case, they all were and probably still are slaves to The Man.

You know who he is. The Man is behind everything forcing people to work meaningless jobs for meaningless dollars. And why does everybody agree to go along with The Man? They are all just braindead fools who need someone to show them that they are living a lie. Some people try to make a change and make others understand. That radio broadcaster that I listened to at work would talk about helping your fellow man instead of helping yourself to the worthless money that The Man offers.

All of those miserable slaves giving me their money to hand over to The Man. It all seems so pathetic now. I didn’t want to hurt anyone to make everybody understand. I hope I reached some people to end the madness of the rat race in their lives. I’m pretty sure Ray understood me.