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Writer: Fritz
eL FREAKO WILL ALWAYS BE THE STRANGEST PERSON I HAVE EVER
MET. HE WAS AT ONCE ORIGINAL AND INTELLIGENT; A PERSON
POSSESSING MANY TALENTS. I FIRST MET eL FREAKO AT MY COUSIN
GREGG'S HOUSE. GREGG'S SISTER KIM BROUGHT FREAKO OVER. HE
WAS HER MOST RECENT BOYFRIEND, AND RIGHT OFF, EVERYONE
LIKED HIM. PEOPLE WERE ALWAYS STRUCK BY FREAKO'S
APPEARANCE, WITH HIS INTENSELY BRIGHT ORANGE-DYED AFRO AND
THE STRANGE QUESTION-MARK TATTOO ON HIS CHEST. HE WAS ALSO
MUCH TALLER THAN EVERYONE AROUND HIM, AND SO HE WAS HARD TO
FORGET. I GUESS I WAS AS FASCINATED WITH HIM AS ANYONE
ELSE THAT NIGHT.
FREAKO SEEMED ALL AT ONCE, AFFABLE AND KIND, YET STRANGELY
INTENSE. HE WAS QUITE EASY TO TALK TO, AND HE WOULD
CAPTIVATE YOU WITH HIS STORIES OF FOREIGN LANDS, STRANGE
MUSIC, PEOPLE OF GREAT INTELLIGENCE, AND HIS OWN
MISCHIEVOUS ESCAPADES. YET THROUGH ALL OF THIS EASY
BANTER, HE SEEMED TO CARRY A SENSE OF BEAUTY AND NOBILITY.
FREAKO WAS LIKE A FRESH BREEZE BLOWING THROUGH OUR STALE
LITTLE WORLD. PERHAPS THAT IS WHY HE HAD TO DIE.
SOCIETY SELDOM TOLERATES PEOPLE LIKE THAT. IN SMALL DOSES,
IT ALLOWS THE PEOPLE TO REBEL AND BREAK WITH THE NORMS, BUT
THE IDEA OF TOTALLY UNRESTRICTED THOUGHT AND ACTION WILL
NEVER BE TOLERATED. I WASN'T REALLY SHOCKED WHE HE WAS
KILLED. IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. A UNIQUE AND INNOCENT
PERSON DIES BECAUSE OF HIS FELLOW MAN'S INABILITY TO ACCEPT
HIM.
SEE, FREAKO BEGAN HANGING OUT WITH US, AND BY THE TIME KIM
HAD GROWN TIRED OF HIS OVERLY-COMPLICATED CONVERSATIONS AND
MORALLY TINGED SEXUAL BELIEFS, HE HAD BECOME A CORNERSTONE
OF OUR LITTLE SLICE OF SOCIETY. WE TOOK HIM WITH US TO THE
CLUBS AND COFFEE SHOPS, BUT THOSE PLACES WEREN'T HIS SCENE.
HE WAS ALWAYS MORE COMFORTABLE IN THE DESOLATE (AND
CONSEQUENTLY DANGEROUS) PARTS OF TOWN. FREAKO LOVED
NOTHING BETTER THAN TO GATHER US BY THE DOZENS AND TAKE US
TO SOME GOD-FORSAKEN INDUSTRIAL PARK, TOWERS BELCHING
POLLUTION AND ALL, AND JUST BEGIN TO GIVE SOME KIND OF
SERMON ON THE IMPORTANCE OF HONESTY, OR THE NECESSITY OF
REALIZING EMOTIONS.
HE COULD SUMMON UP A HELL AND BRIMSTONE MONOLOGUE ABOUT
SQUASHING A BEETLE IF HE WANTED TO. THAT IS PROBABLY WHY
WE ALL DEFERRED TO HIM SO MUCH. HOW COULD ANYONE, HOW
COULD WE, BE SO PASSIONATE ABOUT LIFE? IT WAS REALLY
EXILLERATING TO HEAR HIM WHEN HE TALKED LIKE THAT. WE
SEEMED TO HAVE PURPOSE WHEN HE WAS WITH US. AND IT WASN'T
A SUBSERVIENT OR EMULATORY FEELING EITHER. IT WAS AS IF HE
SHOWED US WHAT WE COULD DO IF WE LOOKED IN OURSELVES. HE
WAS A HELL OF A TEACHER.
WHY I DIDN'T SEE IT COMING? I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE.
ME, THE CYNIC, THE SEPTIC. BEFORE HIM, I LED MY FRIENDS
INTO TROUBLE AND MISCHIEF WITH DAMN NEAR NIHILISTIC GLEE.
I NEVER CONSIDERED TRYING TO USE MY INTELLECT FOR ANYTHING
PRODUCTIVE, BECAUSE THAT ALWAYS MEANT SOMETHING BORING.
ART AND CREATING MEANT DOING THE SORTS OF THINGS THAT WERE
ACCEPTABLE TO THEM. I NEVER KNEW IT COULD ABOUT THINGS
THAT I FOUND INTERESTING OR BEAUTIFUL. FREAKO SHOWED ME
THAT. GUESS, HE CONNECTED WITH THE PART OF ME THAT USED TO
LOVE TO COLOR IN KINDERGARDEN. MY TEACHERS LATER IN LIFE,
WOULD ALL REMEMBER ME AS A HELLION I SUPPOSE, BUT NOT MY
FIRST TEACHER. SHE REMEMBERED ME AS AN ARTIST.
WELL, I SUPPOSE I SHOULD TELL YOU HOW IT HAPPENED. SEE..
WE WERE ALL WALKING DOWN THE STREETS OF THE CITY, FREAKO IN
THE MIDDLE OF OUR PACK, AND THESE REDNECK BASTARDS BEGAN
SHOUTING AT US. WE WERE ALL IGNORING THEM, CONTINUING ON
AND MINDING OUR OWN BUSINESS, BUT FREAKO ALWAYS SEEMED TO
CRAVE THE CONFRONTATION. HE GOT SOME VISCERAL THRILL OUT
OF CLASHING WITS AGAINST OTHERS. HE BEGAN LAYING INTO THEM
WITH A BRILLIANTLY INSIGHTFUL LINE OF THOUGHT ATTACKING
THEIR ROLES IN SOCIETY.
THE REDNECKS COULD NOT COMPREHEND FREAKO'S WORDS, BUT COULD
FEEL THEIR SINCERITY AND FEROCIOUS CORRECTNESS. IT WAS
INEVITABLE THAT THEY WOULD TRY TO JUMP HIM LATER, BUT
FREAKO JUST WASN'T CONCERNED WITH HIS OWN SAFETY. HE FELT
THAT IT WAS HIS DUTY TO EDUCATE AND DEFEND HIS BROTHERS
FROM THE OPPRESSION OF SMALL MINDS. BEING DIFFERENT WAS
HIS DUTY AND HIS GIFT, FOR NO ONE COULD EVER DO GOOD, OR SO
HE FIGURED, IF THEY WERE PART OF THE FLOCK. OH, SURE THEY
MIGHT BE PRODUCTIVE, AND WITH THE EFFORTS OF THE REST OF
THE FLOCK, THEY WOULD KEEP THE WORLD MOVING, BUT THEY COULD
NEVER DO ANYTHING TO EXPAND MANKIND'S BOUNDARIES.
THE FIRST BLOWS WOULD NOT COME UNTIL WE WERE FORCED TO
LISTEN TO A BARRAGE OF INSULTS, MOSTLY CONCERNED WITH
FREAKO'S SEXUAL PREFERENCE, AND HIS MOTHER'S BEDROOM
HABITS. FREAKO, AS IF NOT EVEN HEARING THEIR INSULTS,
TRIED TO PASS, BUT A BIG GUY WOULD NOT LET HIM. HE TRIED
TO GO ANOTHER WAY, BUT AGAIN WAS STOPPED BY ONE OF THESE
RURAL PHILISTINES. FREAKO WAS VERY TALL AND STRONG, AND
MOST LIKELY COULD HAVE FORCED HIS WAY PAST, BUT HE SEEMED
TO REALIZE THAT WE WERE OUTNUMBERED. IN THOSE DAYS, MY
GANG NUMBERED ONLY ABOUT THIRTEEN. THE REDNECKS HAD ABOUT
THAT MANY GUYS IN JUST ONE OF THE MANY PICKUP TRUCKS
ARRAYED BEFORE US.
SO, FREAKO JUST STOOD THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET,
FACING THESE PUNKS WITH A LOOK OF NOBILITY AND, IN MY
OPINION, JUST A LITTLE BIT OF FEAR. FREAKO WAS SO
PASSIONATE ABOUT HIS LIFE, AND THE LIVES OF HIS FRIENDS,
THAT HE MUST HAVE BEEN VERY UPSET TO FACE A PHYSICAL
CONFRONTATION OF THIS SORT. HE NEVER REALLY EXPLAINED IT
TO ME, BUT YOU COULD TELL THAT HE HAD DEEP PACIFISTIC
FEELINGS. I STILL LIKE TO THINK THAT IT WAS BECAUSE HE WAS
TOO SENSITIVE TO EVER HARM ANOTHER PERSON.
I MEAN, HE HAD NO COMPUNCTIONS ABOUT LAYING INTO SOMEBODY
WITH WORDS, BUT THE THOUGHT OF ACTUALLY STRIKING AND
HURTING ANOTHER, JUST, WELL, I CAN'T IMAGINE HIM EVER DOING
IT THAT'S ALL. HIS MIND SEEMED TO BE FREER THAN MOST OF
THE TUGGINGS OF EGO AND PRIDE. HE KNEW CONFIDENCE AND
HUMILITY WELL, BETTER THAN ANY OF US. AND SO EVERYTHING HE
SAID GAINED RESPECT FROM IT'S VALIDITY AND INSIGHTFULNESS.
FROM ITS TRUE WORTH RATHER THAN IT'S PACKAGING.
I ALSO THINK THAT HE TRULY LOVED HIS FELLOW MAN. EVEN THESE
REDNECKS. HE SOUGHT NOT TO HARM THEM, BUT TO PLEAD WITH
THEM TO CHANGE THEIR WAYS. I ALSO THINK THAT HE BOTH
REALIZED AND THRIVED ON THE FUTILITY OF IT. HIS PASSION
AROSE FROM HIS LOVE FOR THEM, AND FOR US. IF THEY WOULD
HAVE ALLOWED IT, I KNOW HE WOULD HAVE GLADLY INCLUDED THEM
IN THE DISCUSSION.
YET HOW COULD THOSE REDNECKS APPRECIATE HIS UNIQUNESS?
THEY ALL LOOKED ALIKE, THEY ALL TALKED ALIKE. THE MUSIC
BLARING OUT OF THE IDENTICAL PICKUPS WAS BUT A SLIGHT
VARIATION ON A THEME. THEY WERE LIKE ANTS. ADMITTEDLY,
ANTS WITH ENORMOUS EGOS AND A SORT OF BACKWOODS AIR ABOUT
THEM, BUT JUST AS DANGEROUS. HOW THEY ACTED COULD BE
PREDICTED WITH A GREAT DEGREE OF CERTAINTY, HAD ANYONE
BOTHERED TO STUDY THEIR BEHAVIOR, FOR THEY ALWAYS DID THE
SAME THING. NOT ONE OF THESE YOUNG MEN COULD LOOK AT
SOMEONE AS DIFFERENT AS eL FREAKO AND UNDERSTAND. THEIR
BRAINS JUST WOULDN'T ALLOW IT. NOT EVEN THE SMARTER OR
MORE SENSITIVE ONES, FOR THEIR FRIENDS WERE HAVING NONE OF
IT, AND NEITHER COULD THEY.
PEOPLE LIKE THAT CAN BE DANGEROUS, NOT SO MUCH AS
INDIVIDUALS, BUT AS A COLLECTIVE. AS ONE THEY POSE LITTLE
THREAT TO ANYONE EXCEPT POSSIBLY THEIR DATES. IT IS ONLY
IN THESE ROVING GROUPS THAT THEY CAN EVER GROW DANGEROUS.
FREAKO PROVOKING THEM WITH HIS BITING ACCUSATIONS ABOUT
HUMAN NATURE AND THE NARROWING PATH THEY TROD UPON, DID
NOTHING BUT INTENSIFY THE INEVITABLE CONFRONTATION.
THE CORONER STATED THAT THE CAUSE OF DEATH WAS BLUNT TRAUMA
TO THE HEAD. I REMEMBER THE PROSECUTOR AT BILLY MAYBURN'S
TRIAL HOLDING THE TIRE IRON UP FOR THE JURY TO SEE. WE SAT
THERE, IN THAT COURT WAITING FOR JUSTICE, BUT INSTEAD
WATCHED AS THE BOY'S LAWYER, HIRED BY HIS FUCKING FATHER,
DISMISSED THE INCIDENT AS SELF DEFENSE. "ALAN PRATCHETT
WAS A TROUBLED YOUNG MAN, NEVER AT HOME, CONSTANTLY ROAMING
THE STREETS, MOST LIKELY A JUNKIE. IT WAS DARK, MR.
MAYBURN HERE WAS OUT HAVING FUN WITH HIS FRIEND'S AFTER A
LONG WEEK AT SCHOOL, WHEN THE DECEASED APPROACHED HIM.
WHAT WAS HE TO DO? WITNESSES HAVE TESTIFIED THAT THE
DECEASED WAS VERBALLY ABUSIVE. HOW COULD MR. MAYBURN OR
HIS THREE COMPANIONS HOPE TO STAND UP TO THIS BULLY, OR HIS
GANG OF THIRTEEN?"
IT DIDN'T TAKE LONG BEFORE WE GOT OURSELVES REMOVED FROM
THE COURTROOM. AND SO FOUND OUT THAT FREAKO WOULD GO
UNAVENGED THE NEXT DAY IN THE PAPER. WE NEVER KNEW WHY
FREAKO'S PARENTS REFUSED TO SPEAK UP FOR HIM. ALL THEY
COULD SAY WAS HOW HE WAS NEVER HOME, AND DRESSED AND ACTED
SO STRANGELY. THEY MUST NOT HAVE TAKEN OUR TESTIMONY VERY
SERIOUSLY EITHER. WE HATED IT THAT MR. MAYBURN, THE BIG
DOCTOR, WAS ABLE TO SUBVERT THE TRUTH IN THAT WAY. SINCE
HE COULD HIRE A BIGSHOT CITY LAWYER FOR HIS SON, JUSTICE
WOULD NOT BE HEARD.
FREAKO WAS BURIED IN THE CITY CEMETERY. BESIDES US, AND
HIS BLANK FACED PARENTS, NO ONE WAS IN ATTENDANCE. WE
COULD NOT BELIEVE THE WAY HE WAS BEING TREATED. HE WAS
TWENTY TIMES THE PERSON THAT ANY OF HIS ACCUSERS OR JUDGES,
WERE THE POPULACE READING THEIR SUBURBAN NEWSPAPER, COULD
EVER BE. HE WAS SOMEONE SPECIAL. AN INTELLECT, A SOUL; A
TRUE INDIVIDUAL IN THIS HORRIBLE TOWN. HE WAS NOT AFRAID
TO STAND OUT, SOMETHING THAT IS DIFFICULT FOR MOST PEOPLE.
AND IN BEING THIS WAY, HE INSPIRED US AND HELPED US TO BE
LESS AFRAID. I REMEMBER HOW WE WANTED TO TELL EVERYONE.
WE WANTED TO TELL THEM ABOUT WHAT FREAKO WAS REALLY LIKE,
BUT I GUESS THEY THEY FELT THE SAME WAY ABOUT US TOO.
AND SO HE DIED. FREAKO, AN APT NAME FOR SUCH A STRANGE
PERSON. HE STOOD OUT, WAS AN INDIVIDUAL, SOMETHING THAT IS
SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD. IN THE END THOUGH, IT JUST MADE HIM A
BETTER TARGET. I HOPE THAT I CAN TRY TO LIVE UP TO WHAT HE
WANTED FOR US. HIS WAY WAS KIND AND GENTLE. HIS RESPECT
AND PEACE, A GOOD ALTERNATIVE TO THE TRIED AND FLAWED
TRADITIONAL WAY. AND WHENEVER I FEEL SCARED OR WORTHLESS,
I WILL SAY A LITTLE PRAYER FOR eL FREAKO, AND THEN MY FEAR
WILL BE GONE.
--------ADDENDUM
IT'S BEEN SIX YEARS SINCE HIS DEATH. I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M
WRITING IN THIS THING AGAIN, I JUST GUESS I FELT LIKE
WORKING SOME OF THESE FEELINGS OUT OF MY SYSTEM. I HAVEN'T
REALLY KEPT HIS MEMORY VERY WELL. ANY OF US. POLICE,
SCHOOL, PARENTS, STREET CRIMINALS. THEY ALL WANT TO HURT
US, JUST LIKE THEY DID HIM. IT'S NOT SAFE FOR US IN THIS
TOWN ANY MORE.
THEY ALL THINK WE'RE A BUNCH OF JUNKIE SKINHEADS, AND SO
THEY HARASS US. WE CANNOT FIND PEACE, OR RESPECT FOR OUR
OLD FRIEND'S MEMORY. AND SO WE HAVE BECOME WHAT WE NOW
ARE. A GANG. A GANG OF THUGS WALKING THE STREETS, LOOKING
OUT FOR EACH OTHER. WE HAVE NO CHOICE REALLY. EVERYONE AT
SCHOOL TRIES TO PICK FIGHTS, THE POLICE ARE CONSTANTLY
STOPPING US. I SUPPOSE THAT WE JUST AREN'T MADE FROM THE
SAME STUFF THAT HE WAS. LANAI'S PARENTS SHIPPED HER OFF TO
A PRIVATE SCHOOL IN NEW YORK STATE, AND THEN THERE'S SID..
HE WAS ARRESTED ONE NIGHT FOR ALLEGED DRUG POSSESSION AND
WAS FOUND BEATEN TO DEATH IN HIS JAIL CELL THE NEXT DAY.
WHAT A LOVELY WORLD WE LIVE IN. A FEW GIRLS HANG OUT WITH
US, SOME CREEPS WHO LIKE TO FEEL TOUGH, BUT OUR KIND
MOSTLY. WE'VE TAKEN TO SHAVING OUR HEADS FOR THE
INTIMIDATION FACTOR, AND SO THEY CALL US SKINHEADS. STUPID
BASTARDS, DREW AND ALEX ARE BLACK, AND DREW THOUGHT OF THE
IDEA. AT THE LEAST THEY DON'T BOTHER US SO MUCH ANYMORE,
BUT WE CAN HEAR THEM WHISPER ABOUT US BEHIND OUR BACKS. AT
LEAST THEY FUCKIN KNOW WHO'S IN CHARGE. WE'RE NOT GONNA
TAKE SHIT FROM ANYONE. NEVER AGAIN WILL ONE OF US DIE OR
BE PERSECUTED FOR BEING DIFFERENT.
NOT WITHOUT A FIGHT AT LEAST.
SORRY FREAKO, BUT YOU WERE JUST ONE OF THE MANY
VICTIMS. YOU WERE A SPECIAL PERSON; DECENT AND
HONEST, BUT YOUR PHILOSOPHY JUST DOESN'T WORK.
AH.. FUCK IT. THIS WAS A MISTAKE...
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