The first American boy
(a lecture. By a cub scout. Who will become an eagle scout. Who will become a senator and a military man and the president of the united states of America. Until he is shot in the head and reverts back to his cub scout days because he has lost so much of his brain matter. And then lives out the rest of his life on the Appalachian trail, coming out only for the once a year battle of gettysburg reenactment. The year is 1957.)
CUB SCOUT: let it be forever known that the first American boy did not climb in the trees. Nor did he make slingshots or makebelieve guns out of branches he found on the ground. The first American boy was not obsessed with ladies underparts or placing his underparts into their underparts. The first American boy was interested in finding new things, curious and bold he ventured out into the west in search of new lands, new adventures, new friends. The first American boy did not, would not, could not have harmed the American Indian because the first American boy couldn’t hurt a fly. The first American boy had his vices. He remembers the sandy blonde hair of the woman he once loved. He writes poetry about the curves of her body reminding him of the curves of the Colorado river. He wonders which he misses more. The first American boy misses the Colorado river more than the woman he once loved with the sandy blonde hair. The first American boy doesn’t mind that she doesn’t call on his birthday, even though he called her. They’re not so different her and him. They went to the same Catholic School and read the same comic strips and laughed the same about Archie or Sister Mary Margaret’s mole. The first American boy has three types of desire. Real desire. Fake desire and a desire that borders between the two. Irony perhaps.
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