It is a happy time, and she gets a Japanese exchange student because she likes soduko’s. He turns out to be gay. This mixed race couple with a teenage asian in tow is scandalous to the locals.

A souped up ice cream truck pulls up one day in front of Ms. Rachel’s, just as Anthony arrives. This new truck plays a different tune. It is a menacing little ditty. Anthony is driven off the road.

After a few more incidents of this nature, Anthony decides he can’t go on getting beat up just to be with his love. He is afraid for his life. And they have attacked Rachel too. The gooseneck trailer is burnt to the ground. The Japanese exchange student dies in the fire.

We all learn that fighting the system will kill us, and that to live in limited peace is better than to live for love in a dangerous world of killers.

Full disclosure is a scary thing.

There are things I could write about, thoughts I have about people I work with, I’m related to, I have relationships with, or who are in public office. But I’m afraid to. And I’m afraid to talk about some things I think in my head.

I’ve been ostracized from one community already. It was a small one, and now I’ve gone west to start again. But it didn’t feel good having my name smeared, and it felt worse to have my family judged by my actions, real and alleged.

It is much safer to create a world than to live in the real one. People are killers, they are erect for destruction. Why do you think a war-time president is never voted out of office? People, the citizens, they don’t want us to pull out. They want total destruction. They want the “enemy” melted in flames. It is only when we are definitely losing, when it looks like us good ol boys back home on the farm might get hurt, that we decide it’s time to pull out. When it doesn’t look like we can kill ‘em all, then we’ll backtrack, say sorry, send some money, send helicopters and crewships and send the troops home. Save our own asses. That’s all people think about.

The time to show some decency is when you’re winning. Not after you’ve looted the country and killed half the children.

I’m saving my own ass. I’ll save the true and powerful stuff for sitting on the toilet. Just me in there. I’m not standing up to a government that wants to wiretap me, monitor my words, create shadow prisons. Like I said, I’ve seen how people can respond to a charge, especially one that has “aggravated” attached to it. “Felonious”. That gets their blood going. They really want a piece of you then. Show me a witch in Salem who’ll argue with that.

People can’t be themselves, they’ll get ripped up. That’s all. Let me make up little stories about ice cream trucks in the high desert. I want some peace in my life. I want a little garden. I want to ride a bicycle on sunny days. You change the world. You save the children. I’m afraid.