Lake Champlain…

some say they saw him up state by Lake Champlain…said he stayed in doors mostly…sometimes you’d see him out…but rarely…

was ‘fraid of people…had this terrible fear that one day someone was gonna do him harm…mug him…shoot him…stab him…after all…it was still america…

he’d walk into town once a week to buy groceries…just a few items at a time…meats and cheeses…couple of bottles of wine…just sat up at night drinkin’ dago red…never much cared for white…

swore one day there’d be a way to overcome this fear…these terrors…thought he could meditate his way out of it…sit with his legs crossed and just chant the haunting away…didn’t work…gave up on it…like he’d given up on so many things…marriage…jobs…high school…

had dreams of bein’ somethin’ if only he could get ’round to it…if he could just focus on the task at hand…let these nightmares go…just wanted peace…some kinda peace…

some say they saw him up state by Lake Champlain…that’s what they said…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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