Wednesday, February 12, 2003 :::
 

We call him the Riddler because even though he is a decrepit old bush guy born and raised in the poverty of west Quebec with no more than a grade nine education at best. He seems to speak only in fascinating snippets of wisdom.

"It is and it isn't, ya get it?Ah ahahahahahaha"
"Sure you go there and you realize you've already been, you get it? Ahahahahahaha"
"Yeah and after we got it we realized we never wanted it in the first place, you get it? Ahahahahahahah"

None make any real sense in the context of whatever conversation you have with him. Yet all his words when examined later seem to have incredible weight to them.

Maybe that's why when I see the Riddler he's engaged in drinking smoking or shooting off weapons. Must be all the pent up contradictions he intuitively feels that are the basis of life on earth for all of us.

"Love is hate, you get it? Ahahahahahahah" He said as he blasted off another round from his pump action Winchester into the forest at nothing in particular. He grabbed a saltshaker of what I presumed to be cocaine took a huge snort. Then in a wild eyed flurry asked me if I need to shoot anything. "not really" I said as I took a few steps back. "yah me neither ahahahahah" he cackled as he emptied two more rounds into the nearest white pine.

I went down to the lake and lay out on the raft in the blazing July sunshine keeping one eye on the Riddler in the distance blowing holes in the dark spaces between the trees that live within us all.

It is, and it isn't I get it.

::: posted by Mega at 5:25 AM

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