Cappa

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The Meaning Of Life

June 19, 2001

At last the end came for Cappa. He couldn't take it any more.People wouldn't leave him alone. The phone. The computer. Everything. He had been reading a lot lately, about nature, and decided that he would become a man of nature. A man of the Earth. He sold all of his earthly possessions and bought a lot of camping gear and what not. Whatever he could comfortably carry on what he thought of as his Visionquest.

He had been questioning the structures of society for some time now and felt a growing sense of relief and pride that he was taking action. And in a good way. Not some Northern Idaho reclusive act of rebellion but a well-planned, well-executed (he hoped) return to himself. He couldn't wait. Hefting his pack and not telling a soul of his intentions, he set out. He didn't get far. On the way out of his apartment building, Cappa ran into Stan. But it wasn't the Stan he knew, it was the 19 year old Stan, Rocket Man, complete with afro. Cappa blinked in stunned silence when Stan asked him if he was goin out drinkin? What the........ Cappa was at a complete loss for words. He turned to look back at his apartment building but found it was no longer there. He was in the Rez, talking to Mack. Right? Right?, Mack had just finished making a point.

Cappa needed to sit down. He sat on a stump and rubbed his eyes. When he opened them he saw his own 19 year old reflection staring back at him from the bar mirror at Jonathan Swift's. He made a strange sound. On his left was a long-haired and bearded Big D. On his right was Cowboy Dave, cowboy hat and all. Cowboy slid a Bud into Cappa's hand and slapped him on the back.Wahey Cappa!. John Lincoln Wright was on the stage. Am I on drugs?, Cappa asked Big D. I don't know are you?, replied D. I'll have some!, came a voice from behind him and it was Vic. Me too!, said Pablo. They all started laughing, with Cappa joining innervously. What was going on? RATCHOO! Oh no. RATCHOO! RATCHOO. Coon ran by doing that thing on his way to the corner where Cappa noticed Mule talking to his future wife, Queen of the Wahey Kingdom

Cappa wanted to run out of the bar but couldn't. He took a long swig of beer. It tasted incredibly refreshing and good. He started to relax. He took in the scene around him. Absolute bedlam! He smiled. Walking the length of the bar, Cappa entered the men's room and was greeted with a viciously hard slap in the face. There stood Har wearing a surgical gown in a cold white sterile room. I might have known you'd be behind this!, said Cappa. Har handed Cappa a wet cloth and motioned for him to clean himself up. When he had, Har slapped him again, harder than the first time. Cappa bled from his lip. What?!!, he wailed at Har. There's no second chances and you know it!, Har screamed. Cappa had never seen Sweet Apple this upset. ABSOLUTELY NO SECOND CHANCES AND YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!.

Cappa held his head between his hands and screamed for dear life. Suddenly, he was back out in front of his apartment, 43 years old. Har drove by in his minivan with all four of his kids in the back. Cappa waved, expecting Har to pull over and talk. As Har drove by, Cappa could clearly see him mouthing the words- NO SECOND CHANCES. Tired and confused, Cappa went back upstairs to his life.

POSTED BY HAR

June 24, 2001, The Meaning Of Life Continues

Cappa would soon discover that it was only the beginning of his journey. Sometime in the middle of the night he heard screaming JOHN'S DEAD! JOHN'S DEAD!. He ran to the window and wrestled the shade up only to look into total blackness. There must have been a power failure, but a quick glance at the clock showed the second hand still moving. Why wasn't there any lights in Columbian Square? He decided to take a peek out into the hall. As he stuck his head out the doorway he saw two figures step into the light of the open elevator. Hey, he was now completely through the door and heading toward the elevator. He glanced back and saw the "51" on the door as it quietly latched closed.

Just as the doors to elevator slid shut Cappa thought he recognized the two men inside, Was that Flick and Lowey?. Something was going on but he certainly wasn't about to go anywhere in his Airplane Pajamas. Cappa turned back toward his room to feel his way along the darkened hallway when his bare feet felt something moist and syrupy in the rug. Some slob must have dumped a coke, he thought, but he couldn't tell for sure in the darkness as he felt a door. He slid his hand up to where the numbers should be, feeling for the familiar "51", when suddenly the door swung open and he was thrown inside. Splashing face down in more of the syrup from the hallway, he looked up to the only light and saw a man with a white coverall stained with blood and holding a meat cleaver. His mind raced back in time, but not to those long dreary days at Angelo's Supermarket, NO!, NO!, he remembered a ride in a pickup truck down a lonely highway, he remembered a song, THE song, it stung his ears, PLEASE NO!, THE BUTCHER MAN.

When Cappa awoke, he was still face down in what he thought was blood. He smelled something and then tasted something, wait a minute, this wasn't blood. He lifted his head and saw strings of the syrup concaction running from his cheek and onto his pillow. "Hey!" came a voice. He was confused, it sounded female. "Hey, wake up, your no fun", came the voice again. It couldn't be. "Please no, for the love of Jesus", he said under his breath. "Just give me another chance", he thought. "What the hell, will you wake up", rang in his ears. He rolled over and felt something between his toes. His muscles tensed, fearing what his eyes might see as he slowly peered down the length of his naked body. The filtered lightof the day made her just visible enough to confirm what he already knew. There would be no second chances this day, whatever day it was. Nibbling his toes like suckling new born, was THE PRIMATE.

POSTED BY HAR

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