Bamboo Knees
My uncle was in Luzon during the war. For all the horrors of it he still had sweet memories of his Filipina girl friend. She called him "bamboo knees" because of the indentations on his knees from the bamboo mat they slept on.
He regretted coming back to Baltimore. He wished he had stayed in his tropical paradise after the war. He got a job with the Cat's Paw Shoe Company after the war. One of a series of jobs where he never fit in.
I have the feeling I have been used as someone's cat's paw. Oh well I suppose it is good to be useful for something.
I have not been much for roll playing games on line.
I have my own dungeon master locked beneath a trap door in my amygdala, some times the trap door will fly at the turn of a phrase, when it is open the black rectangle beneath it resembles an open grave.
Down there in the darkness that stinks of dead rats and maggots my dungeon master speaks to me of my fears.
I used to tell the kids in the summer camp I worked at to never tell anyone they were afraid of snakes. Because if they did they would find a snake in their bunk.
