By Michael Sixto

This is my house and my car and my beautiful wife. She has perfect blonde hair and a garden with roses. This is my life. I turn on the news and the world becomes chaotic; I don’t think I like the news. When I was fourteen I fall in love with my neighbor Deborah. She was twenty two and had a boyfriend that ridded a motorcycle. I hated that guy so much, but the bike was so awesome. This is mine and so is that. I have and have… many things. They all have my name written in tiny golden letters. Deborah never married that guy. She ran away looking for something. I hope she is free wherever she is now. Long time ago I was someone else’s, but now I am free. I always wanted to be free. It was just natural. We all want to be free so we could have many, many things of our own and name them after ourselves. These properties come to remind us that… unfortunately, we’ll never be free, not really since we are tied up to all of our stuff. We only realize the delusion at the very end when surrounded and trapped in the house, in the car… with the beautiful blonde wife and her garden with roses.