Gather

by Kenneth M. Cadow

Stories aren’t for shocking, in my opinion. They’re for chewing on longer than you would a meal. That’s not to say things you tell about don’t come as a surprise, and sometimes the things you tell about suck. But it’s what you do with what sucks that makes it worth listening to, or not.

You go to school so you can keep going to school so you can make enough money to hire the people who didn’t like school to come and do all the shit on your to-do list you never figured out how to do yourself because you were always in goddam school, eating school food while the deer you could be eating belongs to a herd that’s getting so goddam big they’re eating everybody’s pea crop and crapping all over the playing fields.

“You want my voice, but you want my voice to be out there using somebody else’s rules, somebody else’s voice. Otherwise, they ignore me. Isn’t that what you call censorship or oppression or whatever? Don’t you see how screwed up that is?”