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Superiority

Jordaine Givens

    The gravel of the midnight bar parking lot seemed to be the only thing willing to acknowledge my arrival by jumping and scattering under my pickup truck’s tires. They never spoke to me, nor did they ever approach me when they predict their own idea of why I seem to be alone, but they understood how to respect me. They respected me by not speaking to me. Unlike the awkward conversations with concerned family members, the gravel never could speak to me as if I have a problem. The gravel, however, like the pathetic members of my family, both understood nothing of my situation. They have not experienced the perplexing visions in my mind or the extreme night chills. What could they know that would possibly help someone as me? Someone of my position is nowhere near the problems of the average man.
    The night sky was filled with bursts of minuscule white dots. I found myself slowly into a gaze upon the glistening sky. I did not believe they shined for me or any other individual, couple, or group, but rather to fulfill an unknown agenda. An agenda known to only other stars and that is too complex for the common man. I, however, am not a common man. No, I am far from the common man. The common man makes mistakes, crumbles under pressure, suffers from lack of sophistication, lack of intelligence, lack of the ability to function within the higher society etc. I understand it all. I am almost a star. I am a star not of fame, but rather of the night sky. Yes, I am a star.
    “Your overalls got some red lipstick on ‘em,” an inebriated man screamed. His eyes smoked the parking lot with frustration and violence.
    The man knew not of who I was, and could never understand during his state of influence. He did not know the caliber of man I was, and therefore could not understand the danger of accusations of such blasphemy against a star. I watched closely as the man grabbed a two by four. He whirled the weapon high above his head scraping the white dots. I grimaced in pain as the man hurt my comrades. Without thought, I sprinted towards the assailant. A black sheet rose above me and I awaken in a sanctuary. I look down upon my previous world and glisten instinctively.



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