Disaffected Youth
A reworking of Johnny's monologue as he speaks to us in footnote 24 on page 21. Inspired by Mediation #1, all of the words from the original text appear in this recreation, although this time they are put in a completely different order. The recreation starts from "What can I say..." and ends with "... the way I felt."
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His analysis hardly altered it. My father died and I’m a sucker unmourned. And a Counselor followed nine years later. My crazy Shakespearean mother could never explain and my Counselor for Disaffected Youth still vanishes.
Every day passings that I’ve already lived for. The way I felt here still seems pretty dead on for when I was like ten. Which probably has everything to do with the fact that, well, you get the drift. Shadows at noon, goings unheralded, and this crap a counselor once told me; or put it more bluntly, “it reminds you of you.” Him. Don’t even disagree with either. Whatever reason… you couldn’t.
I said it better and really don’t need to retell this. Accepting a story, any, because of that light of progress. What I might add can almost say all that, despite the old stuff; like abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff.
As for Disaffected Youth…
Crap
