Jason thinks it would be amazing if he were the son of Hitler. He’s sure that Hitler survived and came to America. I agreed that it would be amazing, given that Jason is a poor black boy.
Jason pointed out one day, the apartment complex where he grew up, and sold drugs. He likes LSD. He said one day that he thinks he has an addiction.
Jason likes to sing and talk to himself. The other day, out of the blue, he quoted a line from the Wizard of Oz. Anyone who follows the topic of Illuminati- MK-Ultra mind control, knows that this is a sort of questionable practice. Jason blurted in my direction, “I’m melting. I’m melting.” When will these people learn that I am not a programmed multiple?
One day Jason was speaking with his friend. I will call his friend Mr. Blackburn, since Mr. Blackburn has ear gauges that are large black disks the size of a quarter. Jason was telling Mr. Blackburn that he wanted his job. Jason could really like making about $200,000 for a gig. Mr. Blackburn informed Jason that it takes time. There are rites of passage. One needs to prove that they would not become remorseful. Jason assured Mr. Blackburn that he would not be remorseful in the least. After Mr. Blackburn left Jason told me that everyone should know what they are worth. “You are worth about $200, 000,” he informed me. I suspect Jason doesn’t have the skill to be a gunman, but he is in the perfect position to be a patsy. Why intentionally within earshot all the time?
I would like to warn Jason that the secret decoder ring they have entrusted him with is likely to give him the message, “Don’t’ forget to drink your Ovaltine.” These people don’t invite poor black boys from the street into their inner circle, but they do use poor black boys from the street to be patsies. Jason is really just a pair of gloves they will remove after the gloves have been dirtied. Jason said he looks forward to heaven. When I asked him what he imagined heaven to be like he said, “Free Rent.” I should have warned him to be careful what he wishes for. He just might get it. A monkey’s paw is not always the best form of dark magic to involve oneself with. There are folks who intentionally get arrested for free rent, but public intoxication will earn a different sort of free studio cell than conspiring in an assassination.
I’ve considered asking Jason if he thinks he is in a position to send a message to those in the root rankings of the secret club he thinks he has been invited into. Send them this message through the grapevine if you think you have some say, Jason, “Your target thinks you are all pussies and cowards who violate and torture infants and children because you haven’t the balls to face adults in an open confrontation. You send out poor black boys to distance yourself from your fear, of exposure. Be afraid, be very afraid.”
Jason pointed out the name brand of the kitchen knives we use; Dexter. Then he asked me if I noticed the man who carries a case around with him with “Dexter” in the same font. I had not. I met “Dexter” on public transportation. I recognized him from work, then I noticed the case with the “Dexter” logo.
Dexter gleaned some personal information given our mutual place of occupation, and he shared a bit of his own. The police in Nevada told him he is not welcome there. He would probably be taken out in the desert and never return. He has committed some gruesome violent crimes, gangster stuff, out in the desert himself. The police wouldn’t arrest him on the spot because so much would come out about them. There are police officers who were accomplices.
Dexter likes H.P. Lovecraft. The horror is cosmic. People do not need to die. They just go insane. As I went to leave the train, he told me to put up a good fight. I assured him I would. If Dexter has an alibi it is that he worked where I work a few months before I started. On the other hand, he has a very interesting tattoo in the web of his right hand. It is a bit Masonic, or at least a sort of wanna-be Masonic symbol, as follows:
I have added Jason, Mr. Blackburn and Dexter to the list of suspects. I know these characters are not exactly in The Game of Clue Box. Please excuse my turn toward the Twilight Zone, and H.P. Lovecraft. I’m just following the breadcrumbs, however foolish it might be.