[Dialogue] BIG-IT U

[David & Lin Zahrt]

   HAVE I ALREADY SENT THIS ONE?

   #1 Big It U

   Date: 08/94
   After  making  coffee, Iron man set out on his journey to Big It U. He
   had  overslept  again  and  was  slightly behind schedule. Somehow the
   rigorous  training  in  early rising that he had received in boot camp
   had  faded  after he had left the service. He hopped on his bicycle of
   childhood  expectations  and  sped  off  to class. The old bike, paint
   peeling  creaked  and  wobbled as it moved along. Iron man's mind left
   the present moment and drifted back to Chicago where a "We Shall Build
   the  Earth" session was in progress. He reflected on the fact that the
   notion  was not quite as easy as it had seemed back then in the day of
   a new era.

   He was brought back to the 'Now' by the sound of a large diesel engine
   and  the  screech  of  rubber  on  black  top. He looked up to see the
   Garbage Truck of Reality bearing down upon him.

   Iron man awoke in the grass amid a tangle of the spectators of eternal
   sensation  and  lay  on  his back for several moments. As the shock of
   reality confrontation faded slightly, he found that his body seemed to
   be  undamaged.  Iron  man suddenly remembered his precious bicycle and
   looked  around  to  see  where  it  was.  Unfortunately the bicycle of
   childhood  expectations  lay  mangled  beneath  the  Garbage  Truck of
   Reality. For a moment Iron man thought he could salvage the wreck, but
   he  quickly  realized  that  it was hopeless. The bike had been nearly
   worthless  before  the  wreck; literally held together with the baling
   wire of denial and the duct tape of forced hope.
   All  in  all,  Iron  man  considered himself lucky to be alive. He was
   never  sure  how  he  had survived the impact. Perhaps it had been his
   overweight back pack crammed with mind numbing amounts of information,
   that had thrown him free of the wreckage.

   He  got up and brushed off the dust of despair and picked up his pack.
   It  had  peanut  butter an jelly oozing from one pocket, but otherwise
   seemed  O.K.  Iron  man  wiped  up  the  mess with some napkins he had
   in-kinded  at Burger King and strode off to his philosophy class. He'd
   be  late,  but  he'd  already  had more than enough philosophy for one
   lifetime.
   Jay Zahrt