Scarecrow
--an excerpt from the Scarecrow's autobiography, "Will There Ever Be a Haystack?"
We grew up in the bread -basket of the United States; central Iowa,
to be exact. When I was just a wee stack of hay, my father would take
me to the fields to work. We would stand all day in the sun, protecting
the fields from predators. As I spent each day in the field, I yearned
for something more; something else. I decided to appease my desires by
setting out on an adventure to find myself. First, I went to New York
City.
I had a cousin who was a mannequin in a department store there. She was
really close to her costume agent, a funky little guy named, "Hollywood".
It was fun, but too hectic for a farm boy like myself. Also, she was addicted
to prescription drugs and began to hallucinate and think she was born
in the middle ages ( she thought she was a princess under a curse or something?).
So, needless to say, I had to vacate that locale.
Then I headed to the west coast, where I got a part time job testing
flame retardant chemicals for a major chemical company. The west coast
was okay, but people just think too much out there. All of that thinking
just gave me a headache. So, I put in my notice ( I didn't want to burn
any bridges) and left two weeks after I got there.
From there I made my way across country and even dipped down to Mexico
(I had brief employment as a pi–ata). I worked a lot of menial jobs and
slowly began to appreciate the simple life I had on the farm. It actually
occurred to me while I was taking a nap on the lawn next to bread store
I was working at in Oklahoma, when this guy threw a handful of grass seeds
on my belly and began to water me! Well, that was the straw that broke
the camel's back. I took my soaked self and got on a bus to Kansas.
It was in Kansas that I met Dorothy. Dorothy was a sweet girl that lived
in the farm house that I ended up tending to. She was so smart and full
of hope and ideas that I was eager to join her on this expedition. As
for being the cameraman, I felt as if I had an eye for that sort of thing.
All those panoramic days on my post at my father's field had finally paid
off. I had the eye. I had the nerve. If I only had the brain.......
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