The man child sitting on his wheeled throne
he gives off an air of a nobleman mounted on a handsome steed
I try not to stare at his under developed lower body
and over-sized Mr.Potato like head
Is he smiling?no. I detect a look of someone who has a secret or knows where the money is buried.
His claw like hand curled around the electric wheelchairs joystick, ready for action or perhaps fight or flight.
Even though he has thick glasses and a bulky hearing aid I sense (imagine?) him looking down on me. Almost projecting a better than thou attitude.
Despite his obvious shortcomings Im feeling a "peace of mind" feeling radiating from him.
All of a sudden I feel imense guilt for being born with the standard issue( two arms and legs etc.)
In a maybe sub concious effort to thank the creator for missing me with the handicaps and to insure(in my twisted mind) that my future offspring born healthy
I buy some expensive chocolates to share with this unfortunate.
I see him the next day wearing that semi-smug expression and say "candy? hmm?
I wonder if he wonders if I am that stranger that mothers warn children not to take candy from.
He grabs the whole box and makes it disappear on a shelf on the wheelchair he calls home most of the day.
He dosent say thanks but (I think) he is mocking me with his air of superiority.
I ask him how he is doing today?
He says' your stupid mister! Im not the one walking and I have candy!
Two days later a hysterical woman sees me and yells " I have a bone to pick with you while rushing up to me.
She pokes me in the chest as she says "dont be giving my son candy you creep" I know what you are up to. I watch family guy" (I wonder what thats supposed to mean?)
-Santacruz-
