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Eat'em: chapter 1CHAPTER 1
“Jacob is not the monster you’ve been told about.”
The culmination of all I’ve done landed me here. My every action is under the magnified glare of countless eyes. They’re emotionless gaze judges without compassion and without remorse. And for the first time in my life I’m not so worried about what I see as I am about what they see.
Them… The people… The State of Texas vs. Jacob Brook… The State of Texas vs. Me.
My past is a public autopsy and my future is dependent on a paunchy lawyer paid by the state.
“A lot of words have been thrown around about Jacob. You’ve been told he’s responsible for countless atrocities. Atrocities committed over the span of several years. Violent. Reprehensible atrocities.”
My first look at the fifteen people on whose shoulders my life rode on and I knew immediately… I’m screwed. I spent the last two and a half years in prison – presumed inno
Eat'em: a story about postponing the apocalypsePROLOGUE
I wasn’t a weird child. I wasn’t awkward or abnormal. I ran track and played baseball. I liked to draw. I had friends. My family cared about me. I was an average student and did my best to stay out of trouble. I certainly wasn’t a social outcast. Truth be told, I failed to stand out in any way whatsoever.
Things changed when I met Eat’em. Eat’em’s an impish blood-red demon with porcupine thick hair, cold blue eyes, and a prehensile tail. His gait is a cross between a man and a spider monkey. His voice sounds like any number of elementary-aged children, with an easy-to-ignore “Mom look!” kind of cadence and a vocabulary equivalent to a coffee-shop philosopher. Eat’em is my not-so imaginary best friend.
When I was ten years old, I woke one morning to the little red demon on my end table. He stood no taller than my table lamp. He held a bottle of Pepto-Bismol antacid tablets my mother left me for an upset stomach.
DEAR CHILD: a poem I wrote for my daughter
Lest you have an objection
I would like to have your concession
I have a confession, need indiscretion for this session
Not a lesson
So don’t question my message
I’m not asking you to be like me so don’t take this as a vestige.
And I immediately apologize
If you feel I ostracize
But I can’t legitimize a compromise for anyone whom can’t reprise
I… I can’t can’t stand… stand stand those that stam stam stammer
Your voice is a nail to the eardrum. I only hear it cuz you’re shit with a hammer
And for wa wa when you st st stutter or mutter
Don’t know if you mess with us or it’s hydrocephalus but you’re making us shutter
Don’t let my words cause too much friction
I’ve got a condition
It’s not nice, my vice without restriction
My addiction to diction
Sure, I might regret that I upset a few folks to whom words are a threat
But don’t fret
If they have something to s s say I
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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