There is so much violence in the world. It’s ridiculous. It’s as if evil is all that people want to do most of the time. Screw having a good deed for the day, I guess that died with lop-sided pony tails.
But there’s an internal violence that knocks on the inside of our skull. It’s a violence not easily caught or corrected with handcuffs and iron bars. The judge can’t sentence you to a prison term because you already have one. The judge in my head has begun to pound the mallet a little harder each day. When all is quiet, I can hear it clear as day. A constant reminder of a charge I can’t quite understand or am familiar with. I know that it can stop. It has before. But certain circumstances have forced me into listening to the brutal pounds of the judge’s mallet.
The mallet
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