Volunteering

You are shoveling elephant shit into a large container while “volunteering” at the Lincoln Park zoo. You are shackled to two other men in matching orange jump suits. The one closest to you with the red curly hair and the tear tattoo is Lenny. Yesterday, when his son and wife came to visit him, he smiled so hard that his tattoo vanished beneath the wrinkles in the corner his eyes. Joey, the other man you are tragically attached to, is a self proclaimed Rabbi. He discovered his faith while choking on a large piece of carrot. Forbes, over there, preformed a tracheotomy with the shard of a broken tea cup. There was nothing else sharper in a mile radius, or at least that which the guards new about. No one hiding a shank intends to save a man’s life. Joey called this a transcendental near death experience –or having to do with some bullshit religious significance. Give me a syringe and some freedom and I’ll show you a real transcendental experience.