December 31 1976, a minute away from The New Year…
Dear Future Danny,
I hope this message finds you/me in a world free from evil.
If not, let me know.
I can use a laugh.
Welcome To The Season Finale Of Tele-eclectic @dmeric@:
My Re@l Life @s @ Comic Book
Chapter 888: Parallel Parking On The Alternate Side Of The
Universe
When I was a boy, I looked at an eclipse with my bare eyes
in The South Bronx of burnt out buildings.
A strange thing happened afterward.
A bright light appeared in front of my bedroom window, as
did a hurricane inside my room that scattered my comic books around and other
objects.
I was being pulled into the light.
It was sheer force of will that prevented the little boy I
was from disappearing into another dimension.
I wasn’t ready for a new reality.
This is the persistence of my memory.
I recall being gifted with photographic memory and
creativity in childhood.
I remember doctors that wanted to administer a new drug
designed to dissolve a gland in the head of the little boy I was.
(As it is called in The New Millennium, was it the
mysterious God Gland?)
I stared into the eyes of a doctor.
He didn’t give me the drug.
The hospital where it happened was destroyed.
The land was later converted into parking lot of sorts for
The NYPD
Decades later, in the year 2015, a young American man tried
to get inside the building my mother has resided in since the time of illegal
break-ins at The Watergate Hotel.
He identified himself
as Mark Wilson, a reporter for The New York Post.
He wanted to interview eyewitnesses to several bright lights
across the building that hovered for a few seconds before taking off at
unbelievable speed.
I studied the pictures on his cell phone. The lights were
familiar to the boy I was.
Mr. Wilson, I am sure you are reading this, as I am sure of
scientific evidence to prove aliens have been on this gem of a planet for
thousands of years.
One of the aliens is called Poverty.
Make with the mild mannered reporter thing and help change
the world for the best.
I am transmitting this message from a public library in The
South Bronx.
Afterward, I will go out into the street and look into the
eclipse.
I wasn’t ready to leave the world when I was a boy.
I’m ready
Now
MRI of my brain by New York Radiology & conceptual art
and text by
D@niel @ngel @ponte
Copyrighted 2017 My Re@l Life @s @
Comic Book
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