Psycho Circus Freakshow 2024 A.D.

Others call it America but it looks kind of odd and off-kilter

I was out and about running errands in preparation for making my final pilgrimage to my ultimate redoubt today. Deep into the Appalachians, on the very fringe of the known world. It has taken me forty years to get this close to what I always wanted.

I first decided early on when I joined the military that after I completed my service, I wanted to go deep into the Appalachian mountains somewhere in Virginia or West Virginia and live alone in a simple house with a beautiful dog and maybe some other animals. As far as I could get from the madhouse of the modern world.

My father and I had gone hunting inside of West Virginia one weekend and sitting in the morning fog watching out of a hunting blind, we had waited for a chance to tag a deer. I was reading a large sized graphic comic book about Superman. My father often bought me comic books when we went out hunting. (My father knew I was an expert marksman by the age of 9 and there was a reason I always missed the shot. Those deer were too beautiful to shoot for sport. I liked being with him. Reading comic books.)

My father had been chewing tobacco and he started rambling in a very odd vein that was kind of unnerving to recall fifty years later. I would call it prophesying and in retrospect that’s exactly what I think it was.