he was playing with himself

 

 Get your head out of the gutter

     Use some imagination

he was his age  found he playing with himself when he was three possiblyfour  three

dreaming

he couldnt have been more grateful  was on the playground at the elementary school hed attend for Kindergarten First and Second grades

                                          Kindergarten First  Mrs Shot  Second  Mrs Stump

she terrified him

hard to believe she was married

                              better than six feet tall long arms three aisles away cracked his knuckles with a yardstick thin as a rail redhead pasty coloured had he known the word hed have called her ashen or vampireish  perhaps why he had an aversion to redheads all the time he dated wore a perfume that made him retch

she evoked his first foray into literature

                                            Mrs Shot shot Mrs Stump

his mother insisted she was a kind woman

                                               he asked  Then why don you go to school

truth of the matter  teachers were free to dispense corporal punishment

                                                                             she was liberal in its dispensation

not  not that he didnt provide her ample reason to attempt to rein him in

                                                                              fortunately

he found his calling young

he was a masochist

                        Why do you say that?

made more than a few people uncomfortable over the years by his admission

                                                                   Because

    My mother was a sadist  unsaid  she had ample help

fact of the matter

                    they were trying to break him of an innate disposition

his humour

               which they darkened to black

when he was old enough to realise there was such a thing as black humour

                                                                                 he was somewhat relieved

 

in his dream his older self was pushing him on a swing

                                                             true to form

pushed him so hard he lost his grip had been losing it  hadnt said  his older self remembered  he went off the swinglanded in a heap

when he stopped rolling he looked back at his unsympathetic self

                                                                           Lets do it again

stood up

the scrapes bled freelywerent going to kill him

he spit in his handsrubbed his wounds bloodless for a few seconds like dogs and cats lick their wounds  thats where he got the idea

                     brushed his clothes off

    Again

guessing round1430,  Tuesday,  12  5. 26

1634,  Tuesday

Peter Tosh  Pick Myself Up  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yOXLBIh8ok