Dying

I'm only realizing that I am a Mohican. Truly. I am the last who knows how to behave the way I was brought up to behave in my own neighborhood.

In the park, everyone is equal. But new people come in an start shifting about for a heirarchy. Although there is no heirarchy, people make one up, and then, in actuality, there is one. But it is imported not intrinsic to the organization.

And the they so believe in these phantasmagorical ladders, they are willing to kill.

Sorie. is a murderer. Wizzy, is a leech. Rocco. is a vat of poison.