Followup/Ending

Sorry, it’s been like a year since I worked on this. My phone got wrecked and I lost access to all my accounts for several months.

Blame NASA, I guess.

No, that’s not fair. Blame the government, just know I’m not talking about, like, congress or the judiciary.

Long story short, Pinky died. Dad and Dean fed him to a snake. Dean communicated to me, after detailing Pinky’s final thoughts, that Pinky didn’t want me to be sad - “Don’t cry, boypup, don’t cry.”

Pinky was tired, you see, old. He was so bored of life that the novelty of being digested alive by a python was preferable to living another day in a cage cleaned once a week by a prepubescent boy. I use the term loosely.

Maybe it was a boa constrictor.

I did love that rat. I thought he was my special friend. I brought him to school once and the teachers freaked out. He crawled across my arms and over my head and into my shirt. I wanted to keep him with me all the time, but Dean said that Pinky said it was too hot inside my pockets, which is where he would have had to stay if he was going to hang with me all day at school.

The gubment keeps people in mazes and cages the way they kept Pinky. I am one of them. I’m sure that’s why Dean introduced us. He wanted me to understand what was happening when I was old enough.

He was a fucked up dude, but he was good, in that way. He wanted people he cared about to be aware/prepared.

So, I know how to throw a punch. I know where to put a knife, if I’m fighting with one. I know resources are the most important factor in warfare. I know not to trust anyone.

I know it is possible to live long enough that one can be excited about being eaten alive by a snake.

Good thing I’m too big for a snake to eat.

Yeah that’s too disturbing a note to end on.

Rats are conscious, animals are conscious, the world is consciousness. If we facilitate communication, maybe there will be fewer mazes and hungry snakes.

Best thing to do when someone tries to put a needle in your arm is to break theirs.

I’m not being antivax, I’m being anti forced-medication. I’m being anti rats of NIMH type experimentation. It’s the kind of thing I’m not sure you can understand unless you’ve been picked up by the tail and swung around.