Speaking of which, another gig was to work at Lotus Land, helping to train their Infirmary Emergency Department. He had to pretend specific symptoms, and they had to diagnose and treat appropriately. Here again he was type cast because of his size. “They always cast me with type two diabetes, or heart, or blood pressure. I would have to pretend to limp in with bad knees, or hips, complain of being out of breath, or suffering from sleep apnea. And…
Like many, I am a bundle of rituals. In the evening, I first check on my mother snoring on the couch, and tuck her in. And no funny stuff whatsoever, in case you are wondering. Well, that’s not exactly true, since Scruffy always gives her a bit of a lick goodnight and she always smiles in her sleep. Probably dreaming that Uncle Claude is shoving his tongue down her throat. He must be at an away game with the wife…
She also gets e-mails warning about things that she is to beware of. Like gangs that park cars at the side of the road with babies inside. Sometimes the gangs are Coloreds; sometimes they are Jews. Sometimes Mexicans. It all depends. So the deal is, that sweet, innocent, white people like my Mum will pull over, at which point the very not white gang members will seize my Mum, drag her into the woods and have their way with her,…