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The blood didn't bother me. Was it his? Judging from some of the excerpts, I would say yes. Did I care? Would I be disgusted if it WASN'T?
When I was younger, I was told about a famous boy whose skin was blue. He was the youngest boy in a small gypsy family, so the general assumption was that he was a bad seed and that his blue skin was the result of a gypsy curse. A gypsy-father's way of grounding him. A Scarlet Letter to constantly remind him of his past. It wasn't until years later that I found out his condition was no curse at all, but rather something about a high volume of methemoglobin in his blood. That fact made the story less interesting, until it was then further revealed that he was lying about the whole thing his entire life. His family had been constantly injecting non-toxic dye into his skin to gain sympathy from the random villagers they would encounter along their travels.
When the hoax was revealed, the parents had no use for a burden of a child, and they slashed the child's neck with a broken gear from a clock and tried to sell the blood of the child in viles, disguised as a "growth tonic". They were promptly caught in their scam, and dealt with accordingly. Though I've never been there, supposedly you can still view the heads of the family in the Vulture Musuem of Modern History, which have been plasticized and dyed blue. The Father is said to still be smiling.
So I guess before I attempt to translate and collate these papers in some kind of chronological order, I should tell you at least a little bit about him, from what I know.
He's a soldier.
He's a hero.
He's a survivor.
He's…blue.
Well, half of him is, at least.
But it was a different blue. Not the dull bluish-gray color of the Gypsy kid. It was the blue of an oil-painted rendering of a whale's chest, minus all of it's friendly barnacles.
The royalist of royal blue.
Smurf-blue.
And he is big.
Well, once again, half of him is, at least.
The other half?
You'll see…
Here, one by one, are the documented memories of someone else. Someone who, in the last few weeks, has become…my friend.
My friend…Simkin.
PS. I almost didn't notice it, but I just wrote this entire entry without so much as even touching the pen…
10:49 PM
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