Rorschach’s Journal October 12th 1985
Rorschach’s Journal
October 12th 1985
8:00am
Woke up this morning to cold apartment. Got up and turned on heat. Warmth flooded through vents like my wrath floods upon the violence and corruption of this city. Put on fuzzy slippers.
Made coffee extra bitter. Tasted like the failure of a drunkard mother who spends all her money on her drug addiction instead of providing for her children. Will steal sugar cubes from Dreiberg next time I visit. He won’t mind.
11:00am
Saw children playing in streets as I walked around the city, innocent youth soon to be corrupted by the shameless filth of our rotting society. One came up to me and asked why I wear a mask. Told him that my mask was my true face and that I mean to cleanse the foul grime that festers in the heart of the city. Kid started crying. Panicked and walked away. Why does that always happen to me?
12:30pm
Stopped by McDonald’s for lunch. Room was crowded with crooked businessmen trying to bury their guilt in quarter pound cheeseburgers and chocolate shakes.They looked at me with fear in their eyes. I knew that they knew that I knew it was only a disguise. Ordered a burger and left knowing that I would reek havok on their tainted businesses.
Sat on bench outside of McDonald’s to eat burger.
Hurm. Forgot cheese.
I starred at my burger, empty and meaningless like this city, screaming out for its cheese of mercy but left unsatisfied. Walked back inside and informed lady at cash register of mistake. Woman smiled and apologized. It was a fake smile. I glared at her through her false guilt and she frowned and starred at me as if I were crazy.
Maybe I am crazy. Crazy for justice…
October 12th 1985
8:00am
Woke up this morning to cold apartment. Got up and turned on heat. Warmth flooded through vents like my wrath floods upon the violence and corruption of this city. Put on fuzzy slippers.
Made coffee extra bitter. Tasted like the failure of a drunkard mother who spends all her money on her drug addiction instead of providing for her children. Will steal sugar cubes from Dreiberg next time I visit. He won’t mind.
11:00am
Saw children playing in streets as I walked around the city, innocent youth soon to be corrupted by the shameless filth of our rotting society. One came up to me and asked why I wear a mask. Told him that my mask was my true face and that I mean to cleanse the foul grime that festers in the heart of the city. Kid started crying. Panicked and walked away. Why does that always happen to me?
12:30pm
Stopped by McDonald’s for lunch. Room was crowded with crooked businessmen trying to bury their guilt in quarter pound cheeseburgers and chocolate shakes.They looked at me with fear in their eyes. I knew that they knew that I knew it was only a disguise. Ordered a burger and left knowing that I would reek havok on their tainted businesses.
Sat on bench outside of McDonald’s to eat burger.
Hurm. Forgot cheese.
I starred at my burger, empty and meaningless like this city, screaming out for its cheese of mercy but left unsatisfied. Walked back inside and informed lady at cash register of mistake. Woman smiled and apologized. It was a fake smile. I glared at her through her false guilt and she frowned and starred at me as if I were crazy.
Maybe I am crazy. Crazy for justice…
