Who knows maybe it was the rush of escaping the style police. They had been cracking down on free-thinkers, those that wanted just to be who they were, shock sticks, brass knuckles they did not care what they used they just wanted to conform you, make you think like them.
I barely remember last-night, we had just enough energy to escape, to escape and look back at the city lights, we had been labeled outcasts! Once labeled outcasts of Conservatopia it was a life of running, hiding from those who would force there frame of mind on you…
Damn this throat! I can barely choke down the whiskey she handed me… but the next one will be smoother, at least she said it would.
What a woman, stood right there with me during the roughest part of the night. Even had the guts to take the style cops neck tie… what a woman!
We stood looking out over Conservatopia together… angry in knowing we would never return, at least without going in expecting a fight on our hands. These conservatives hating just because your art, your mind was different then there’s…
They took over without a whimper from the public, that is when they started the out-castings, we survived longer then most but they either conform you or they make you leave! We will return to Conservatopia, we will return and make sure every mind is free to think, feel, live without fear, fear of shock sticks and brass knuckles…we will return!
Damn whiskey! Just as hard the second time down as the first, damn whiskey! But what a woman, standing by my side during the roughest times…
