Colors Ch. 8

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Part 8 of the 8 part series

Updated 10/14/2022
Created 09/21/2004
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Colors (1981) - Part 8 - Change.

Artie's gone. Feel... lonely. Feel like old man. Things change too fast. Change all the time. No convenient tradition, always a new vice. Vices like common cold, changes too fast to be snuffed.

Bank robbers, sneak thieves. Not too many, anymore. Bank robbers became corporate moguls, sneak thieves became insurance claim agents on the take. Line between bad guy and not-good-guys getting blurrier every day. Can't hear their voices anymore, can't smell it on them anymore. Expensive cologne makes atrocity hard to recognize.

Even big ones, sharp ones now harder. Murder? Temporary insanity, passion, gloves that don't fit after a month, reasonable doubt. Can't hear the voices. Rape? Sadism? Torture? Hidden. Hidden under blankets of circumstance. Hidden under pretty skirts that begged for it and sexual gratification gone too far.

Drug dealers still easy. Pedophiles still easy. Whores and Muggers and Gang Members still easy. Poison is poison, children are children. One day, maybe poison won't be poison, maybe children no longer allowed to be children. No longer protected by childhood as excuse.

Disturbing.

Heard story once. Johnny visited gas station with friends after school every day. Bought Pepsi. Bought Hostess Apple Pie. Friends good people. Johnny pays with five spot. Bills come back, quarters and pennies. Johnny always drops coins in jar on counter. Every time. Routine. Charity? Possibly. But believe it was just Johnny's routine. Johnny gave back to world hundreds of dollars. Because of routine.

Another rumor.

Another night.

Another news report about shooting. Stabbing. OD. Photos of people that don't deserve to be photo'd. Ripped clothes. Bodies. Crippled. Burnt. Hurt. Left without surviving family... good people not meant to be burdened with so much. People can't live lives with all the news going on. Bars on windows. Alarms on doors. Fear.

Artie wanted me to stop.

Told me, "Can't do it anymore". Told me, "Want the images to go away". Told me, "people not meant to be burdened with knowing".

Artie's dead... only kindess I'm capable of. Not designed for being blind. Not made to do nothing. Artie was good people. Good people can't live life with it all going on. Artie saw too much. Options were limited. More bad dreams...

...or none.

Feel lonely, now. Creature of habit, though--that's what Artie said. Creature of habit, like Johnny. Need the routine. Both of us scared of change.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 13 years ago
What a load of unmitigated crap!!!

One of the worst!!

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