Learning Lessons

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People in hats can be very mysterious especially if you're a little drunk and walking around late at night. My best advice is to leave them alone. From a very early age most of us learn that it's not a good idea to talk to strangers...

Submitted: July 08, 2010

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One of the lessons that I remember
learning as a child,
along with the near suicidal risk
involved in crossing any street alone,
was never to talk to strangers.
Stranger has always been an undefined term to me.
The term has always been so undefined that
the word stranger has no meaning to me anymore,
and it is now so meaningless that in my mind
the word stranger encompasses all men and women.
And always, when learning this lesson,
I imagined strangers to be shadows.
Human, or humanoid shadows, but still shadows nonetheless,
with no substance or form, other than the hats they always wore.
Dark, wispy figures in baseball caps, fedoras, derbies…
as if the covering on their head was the only thing
keeping the evil inside of them; the only thing
keeping all of that hatred repressed inside their thoughts
until that inevitable moment when one of them was sure
to approach me, speak with me, and remove their hat.
It was at that instant that I was to run away as fast as I could.
Now, that I’m older I feel very tired, and I only wear a hat
sometimes, when I go out late at night to get drunk in a bar
alone, and I don’t want any strangers to speak with me.

~Mike


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