You’ve got to keep the pressure
up. Viagra of the mind? Pseudo potency –
endless fabrication. Wanker, murmurs Uncle Wally.
‘What’s up, Wally, you sound dejected.’
‘Nah,’ a guttural whisper.
The practical joker has a glint
in his eye. Those that know him tense, look around uneasy, not knowing where it
might come from, who might be the target. Minds scan the conversation of the
last ten minutes eager for clues.
How are we to avoid trauma? It
comes out of nowhere. My God, I wasn’t ready for that. And then life is never
the same.
And another thing, Wally never
knows when to stop.
We really want to hang on to our
privileges. It’s not long before we regard them as our rights. We get used to
them. After all, don’t I deserve everything that I’ve worked so hard for? Sure,
course you do, absolutely, no question about it.
Wally, on the other hand, is very
keen to divest us of our precious privileges. Let’s equal things out a bit. For
a laugh. He has a big, generous laugh. Everybody’s included. It reaches right into
the Mass, wild, outrageous, confronting.
I’m just needing a bit of prayer
time, Wally.
No chance!