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Signs and Issues

Ralph Monday

We hit Hotrod’s on her birthday, a 1950s themed
nostalgic diner. Over the loaded fries, beer, a
blue cheese burger, she said
            you know its my promise. I asked for a
            sign, got it but not in exactly the order
            I wanted. So I asked again just to make
            sure I wasn’t silly, in a specific order.
            It happened.

I couldn’t believe she was talking this nonsense again.
What did you get?
            A premonition. That’s why I asked for a sign.

What’s going to happen to you? You gonna die?
            Yes.

When?
            Next month.

Look, just because you asked for mayonnaise on the
burger at Hardee’s and it came back with no mayo
is not a sign that you are going to die.
            But I want to, and its not so bad.

You need help, therapy. You need to talk to someone.
I’ve told you this before.
            I don’t need to talk to anyone. I talk to the spirit.
            The spirit gives me what I need.

Its your birthday. Quit all this negative crap.
            You had plenty of chances to run. There were
            many signs.

It’s not the spirit. The mind. Your mind. Weaving stuff
in and out. Creating. Remember what I did with the eighteen
wheelers on the interstate?
            Yes. I know.

Raised in that Christian crap. Full of self-fulfilling prophecies.
That’s its whole thing. We can’t escape culture. We can’t
escape the box we’re put in when we’re born and all kinds
of stuff is poured in everywhere. Follows us wherever we go.
            Maybe, but it won’t be so bad and you will be free.

You know not what you do. Finish your burger and lets take in
a movie.
            Not yet. When I get up there boy do I have issues with my
            mom! And my ex. He had better hide behind Jesus to keep
            me from him.

It will just turn out to be hell, I said. They will both be after you from
day one, eternally. You will never escape them. Ever.
            She wiped her mouth. Let’s go watch that movie, the one called
            Signs.



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