Excerpts from the Spring 2013 Method Writing Workshop
I earned my living panhandling
Sitting cross-legged, my bowl at my feet, fake Indian calling out untouchable. I was an untouchable.
My dirty hair generating the right amount of pity, oh she could be so pretty with some cleaning up. I didn't want to clean up; I didn't want to be pretty. No, I was fast, swift and clever. And if some motherfucker tried to mess with me, I'd run, run faster than anyone around.
I was a runner ...
Water was free though, I'd some water and chlorophyll lifted from Whole Foods.
100% young barley grass, young wheat grass, brown rice and kelp.
There was a creek; we had found it, set it free, liberated it.
The way I ran, Olympic run and athlete trained.
Don't want no entanglements.
I was unencumbered.
There wasn't anything in the Whole Foods dumpster,
I might have to kill something
Roast it over a fire
After all, I had to save myself.
I was on a mission.
I was scared, real scared and horse hungry
I mean I didn't want to let down the dudes
But I was fucking knee wobbly scared shitless
I didn't want to do it
But I was the one, the fastest runner,
I could run fucking faster than anyone else on earth,
Yeah, no shit.
I ran up and down Mt. Davidson, before dawn, before the light ruined everything.
Up and down tramping through eucalyptus groves.
I could like the salt out of the air and turn it into ammo.
I am fucking scared, but this is big and I got to do it
I have to stay on track.
Yup on track, like when training, I remember training waking up early, pre dawn
No one was awake, everyone else nodded out, scarcevile, not there, yeah like I said just me alone on the track, making sure the door didn't catch, slipping out like a bandit
I was a bandit
I didn't belong in my own kin, my own kind, I was my own kind
I didn't believe in all that bloodline, shit, I man what did I have in common with those slumbering fools?
I was going to run the living daylights out of the day, and win big, win big, more than those pea brains would every know
All I would have to was slip inside the lab with one swift movement
New babies, newly in vitro transhumanized babies
The beautiful genome babies
It was beyond the previous reaches of the human DNA
ME23too analyzed, full genetic panel
Distilled from the elite
Some googlized CEO hierarchy, you know they are a different breed
Not like us, ordinary folk
Hum, hum the machines jolting me to concentrate
Lab coat, hair pulled back, doing my best scientist impersonation,
I had watched her, feet faintly padding down the hall, voice like a cool Macbeth dagger, sure in its knowledge, thick bladed irony, brewed below the diaphragm, noemenculture correct
Light like the predawn raids
No one could escape the hum of the machines
The lab was privately owned
Act like one of them, the one who knew, elitist like all knowing, open the latch,
Let the chicks out...grab one...
Oh what the fuck?
Want to get out of here
Fuck, run, like hell and press into the wind
I was trained, I was trained to do this, and I would do it,
I could do it and I would get the hell out of here.