Lost Man

I'm Jack Zabka, nothing really great a month or even year. I just open my own dojo in all valley but no kids trust me enough to do so. I often vomit when it comes to a hypocrite life changing that's dumb for me. Even I'm lazy to make some conversations here, so it would be a little dialog this time. But not ever be unless He still gave me breath. But my mind to ruminate to believe so, so I get high and drunk, following train tracks and nothing can't stop me. I play some First Blood song back in 1979:

It's a long road

When you're on your own

And it hurts when they tear your dreams apart

And every new town

Just seems to bring you down

Trying to find

Peace of mind

Can break your heart

"Hey old man put some earphone while you listen to old music." What? Am I not on the tracks. This fight should be over by now. "What are you doing here kid, go back to your mom." "It's not a joke old man, I follow this tracks and everyone who follows it there's a lion in the end." "It still in cage." "Oh thanks you're the one who should lecturing me." "Why you're here anyway? Escape school?" I try to make a joke but I know it would be failed. "Find a crossroad. Have you see them?" What is he talking about? Did he meant methaporically? "Get me some good certain life, I want to find Legba." I know what he means. We crossed the same path anyway. "I want to." "Great more burden." We walks through the hall, to find our new God. God who pleases us, not the hypocrite one, and told us harsh reality.

"So what do you want to find anyway, oldy?" "Don't you ask my name?" "Oh apologize." "Johnny. Nothing great means for it this time." "Let me guess, you want peace." Should I answer this question? I don't give a sign that's what I want just keep walking.

"The way you talk. You not come from here aren't you?" "It's a private business, Johnny. No need to know." I laugh a bit, in a cynical way. I know most kids desire at his age, around 15 maybe, it sucks for them. They must realize it themselves. "Anything you want to hear from me?" "Hell no." There's a church besides the track after 66 mils we walk. I'd like to count since I was 19, it relaxing my thoughts. "I know what you just see." "What is it? Hey you don't told me your name, son." "Bobby." "Bobby Brown." I didn't ask him a full name, but he gave it so. Most likely he has some respect for me. More than just feodalism culture.

"Let's get in there for a while." Quite shocking words. Wants to find Legba and now he came down here. What's wrong with this kid?

"Now we talk something in there. It's empty building for me anyway. But fine air still works and comfy couch." I see, that's what I thought earlier. "You escape from Vietnam, right?" He sees me with scared eyes. Look down into floor like he regrets something. "I couldn't safe him." It's must be some effect into him, I let him cooked. Bobby's skin starts fragile, cold, like some dysentri back in 1800s. "Come on le't get out of here." I help him to wake up, find some bushes near it, no cows no herd. Just a hay and ground. "I couldn't stop him, I should have died in that cage." Bobby hide his tears. I know he'd like to tell his story about his experience. Innocent kid broken by politicians. Most men had tears but don't like if a man shed it, so I just quiet to respect him. "I'm just a driver." "I put some words in my letter, but some words seem unwanted synchronized with my thoughts." I know a little bit about it, something make me angry towards greater entity. "Come on let's get us something to eat." "No, no." Bobby freezing, now he scared of something beyond his mind. "I'm missing." Without talking, I just taking him up and go straight to the tracks again. "Here's the milk, I just have it from refrigerator." "You better steal it right." "Hey look out!" It's a woman around his age and a baby. "Wait, hold on." Bobby freezing again, those two humans seem recognizeable for him. I don't really know if he's care of scared. Put my hands around hi back like a little massage, his hands like have some kind of tremor. "I want to left them. Laurie, Frances." "This is my wife and daughter, Johnny. I don't even know who I was for them." He gives the milk to me, and check their breath. "They still alive, but I don't know what to do with them." "I'm a bastard, am I ?" "Come on, let's take this fellas to his home." "Just get to the same bushes Johnny, we will better living there." I know what he meant. US getting undiscovered nowadays, even foods are better here. No need for schools, profitable lawyer and polices. "I found Legba later." "I'm Italian, Mr Johnny." "Half american I see." Bobby sitting there, between he wants them to wake up or died, I don't even know. "I'm 19, married by accident. I can't even handle my own mind." He said the same thing twice, a brain problem. These rain make him even more scared now. But when swimming, he looks peaceful. "Goddammit she wakes up." "Bobby." "Shut up." "What do you mean?" Bobby standing and go around the door, thinking of something. "You spent your whole time with her, and hoping I died there. In nam." "I-" "SHUT UP!"

"Bobby where are you going?" "Legba, my Lord Legba." Laurie have some tears flow through her eyes. I don't want to disturb this kind of situations no matter what. I follow Bobby from behind. "Stop following me old man. I no need a lecture." "I'm my own man!" He rather died rather than face exagerrated situation that not even exagertated. The storm came hollow his wound.