Liberty And Justice For All

   I have noticed that the people I grew up with thought how nice it was to hear from me on my Facebook page, but they are no longer talking to me. I believe I have been unfriended by most of them.
   We were brought up during some of the most heated rioting in our Nation's history. The late 1960's, early 1970's.
   We were fighting for Social Justice back then. Just like the Protesters of today are doing.
   I was told by one fiend who no longer talks to me that, "Liberals like you are what's ruining this country."
   Sorry to disagree with you. This is still a Free Country and I will not be silenced. I believe our Country would be better off with Equal Rights and Social Justice for all Minorities, Women, Gays, Transgender People, and everything else that makes a person different in this world. Even at the cost of losing White Privilege for White People!

 This is,

Never Losing My Belief That We Are All Created Equal

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“People shouldn't be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.”
- Alan Moore -

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In My Day We Used To....

Never underestimate the ingenuity of teenagers to buy beer.

Teens Are Disguising As Mask-Wearing Grandmas to Buy Beer

By Sangeeta Singh-Kurtz @sangeetaskurtz for The Cut

Remember the good old days of underage drinking? Cozy up to the one guy with the believable fake ID, or ask your friend’s weird older brother to pick up a $10 handle of 100-proof vodka from the grocery? Well, as we know, teens are much more resourceful now, so it may come as no surprise to find out that some of them are apparently taking advantage of the current mask-wearing paradigm to don full disguises in order to buy alcohol. Teenagers have been running an elaborate booze-buying scheme that involves using face makeup and costumes to impersonate senior citizens. One young woman in sunglasses, a face mask, and a headscarf — with her dark hair and brows lightly powdered in gray — walks into a wine shop and out again with a few bottles of wine. She then twerks, merrily, on the side of the road with her loot.

My technique used to be to find the most expensive case of beer in the liquor store and buy it.

I always used the greed of the owner to get what I wanted.

This is,

Never Condoning Underage Drinking.

Look What It Did To Me!

😉

 Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“By drinking, a boy acts like a man. After drinking, many a man acts like a boy.”
- Mokokoma Mokhonoana -

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The Grey Gull Sanitarium - The Final Chapter

   I opened the basement door and started my descent. There was one light on covering the stairs, but beyond that, complete darkness after the last step.

   I'm a lefty. So I clumsily took out my torch with my right hand while holding firmly the steel pipe with my left. Not a cold day chance in Hell was I going to put down my weapon. I had to be ready for anything.

   The first step creaked as I put wait on it.

   What else could I do? I had to keep going. Bryce could be in trouble and need my help.

   The second step was quieter but I still took my time down each one. At the bottom, I had no choice but to turn on my torch.

   The basement had that musty smell you get when a part of a building doesn't get any circulating airflow. The ceiling and walls were painted grey, unlike all the rooms upstairs which were all covered in white.

   I took the torch and made a sweep of the area. Huge wooden crates and plastic totes covered most of the floor. They were sectioned off into areas so there were paths between each group.

   Maybe for easy access, I imagine.

Down the middle path, on the opposite side of the basement, a set of double doors had an ominous light peeking from the bottom.

   This must be where the shipping dock is located, I thought. That must be where Bryce is being held captive.

   As I walked slowly through the stockpiles of boxes, I noticed that each section of totes and crates had sequences of numbers stenciled on their sides.

   What kind of experiments are they doing here at the sanitarium? Could this be a group of terrorists? Trying to make some kind of dirty bomb? my panicked mind imagined. Should I run for it and call the constable? Take my chances with the law afterwards?

   I wasn't sure what I should do, until I heard a faint whistling coming from the other side of the double doors.

   Someone was enjoying themselves. Probably torturing Bryce right now. I need to put an end to this and save my friend no matter what happens to me!

   I put my torch on a large crate and aimed at the double doors so I could see the handle I was going to pull on. After taking a deep breath, I pulled on it and started screaming as I ran into the docking area, looking for someone to club.

   I don't know how I missed him, but behind me Bryce said, "What are you going to do with that?"

   I turned around and saw him in a guards uniform smiling.

   "What the hell is going on around here?" I screamed at him.

   "Oh, didn't I tell you mate. I got a part time job being a security guard here. Hollywood has rented the place out to make a movie."

   So I club him. That's how Constable MacGregor ended up here in the hospital.

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“Give them pleasure. The same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare.” - Alfred Hitchcock -

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The Grey Gull Sanitarium - Part Three

   I was shaking like a drunk without a beer. Not because of what Bryce had just done to me moments ago in the adjacent room. The room I walked into was furnished. Furnished with the strangest medical or scientific equipment I had ever seen. It had beakers the size of those 5 gallon plastic drums you get delivered to your house from a water company. Garden hose size rubber tubing going to each one. There were microscopes, autoclaves, pipettes, bioreactors, a DNA amplifier, and a whole bunch of other equipment I was clueless about since they didn't have any labels on them.

   Somebody was doing experiments here. What kind? I wasn't brave enough to find out. I burst back out the door had I come through and didn't see Bryce anywhere.
   He must have gone to the second level to search around, like I had asked him to do, I thought to myself. Unless he found something up there, he doesn't know that this place is still in use.
   I sprinted up the stairs as quickly and as silently as I could. I didn't want to yell out to him in case the occupant of the building was at home and if they heard us, call the constable.
   Now I was regretting the fact that we decided to leave our cellphones at home. We figured that we would be together and wouldn't need them. "The noise from an unwanted call could warn the Bobbies where we are if they come looking for us," Bryce said. So we left them.
   I had to search each room as quietly as possible, hoping I could find Bryce right away so we could get out of here with no one being the wiser.
   Of course my luck was going from bad to worst. He was nowhere to be found upstairs.
   I did make one discovery though. None of these rooms were furnished. So I had a brief moment of happiness thinking that whomever had the laboratory downstairs, they weren't living here because there wasn't a bedroom on the two main floors.
   Then I realized, what about the basement?
   Surely if someone was living here and didn't want prying eyes noticing bright lights beaming out of the windows at night, you would make your residence in the basement. That also meant, whatever kind of experiments they are performing here can only be done during the day.
   I wasn't sure if these facts were in our favor or if it meant we just haven't alarmed anyone yet with our presence.
   I had to find Bryce, and find him now!
   After going down to the first level, I quickly looked around the first floor rooms again to see if I had missed him or if he had double back without me noticing him.
   Nothing.
   There were two options left. First; he went down to the basement without telling me. So, when I find him and if he isn't dead already, I am going to kill him myself. Second; if he left the building and went home without me. Again, I will kill him, when I see him.
   My only choice now was to search the basement for my friend.
   I went into the laboratory to find myself a weapon. If need be, I would break one of the smaller beakers and use a shard of glass from it like a knife.
   Instead, I grabbed a pipe off the lattice type structure which was holding up the larger beakers. I had a club now. Less chances of me hurting myself with the pipe than with broken shards of glass.
   I took a deep breath, told myself to be ready for anything, and made my way to the basement door.

End Of Part Three

This is,

Even I Don't Know What Is Coming Next

I Am Doing This Story The Hard Way

I Sit Down

Start Typing

And See What Happens

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“I swear to you Vishnu, if this doesn’t work, I’m going to stab you in the throat with a Pipette.”
- Kyoko M. -

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The Grey Gull Sanitarium - Part Two

   Bryce and I had to walk the long way around town. If either of us took one of our cars and left it near the Grey Gull Sanitarium, that would be an easy find for the locals reporting suspicious characters or the Bobbies patrolling the neighborhood.
   We are not kids anymore. So, besides the usual community service handed down by the courts for petty crimes, they like to heavily fine blokes like us. It helps with the city budget so they don't have to raise taxes on our overtaxed townsfolk.
   It's all about the money these days.
   Like I was sayin', to start with, we had to venture along the outskirts of town. When we got to Glenburn Road, we stayed in the trees alongside til we came across the old Barkley house. Then it was just a hop, skip, and a jump to the back of the sanitarium.
   Bryce was right. There was a huge Birnam Oak tree splitting the fence in the backyard of the place. With its knotty trunk and low hanging branches, it was an easy workaround for the barbed wire.

   On the grounds, we did a walkabout to find the least conspicuous entryway of the building. What I was surprised about was the fact that there wasn't an alarm system, security bars on the windows, and just a regular household door lock on the service entryway. "Easy pickings," I said to Bryce.
   Once inside, we lit our torches and were surprised how much the place brightened up. Bryce said it was because every wall, floor, and ceiling was painted white and the employees probably whitewashed the place everyday when it was in business.
   So I asked, "Shouldn't it have faded by now?" His response was, "You're overthinking it."
   Just in case, I turned my torch off when we were in the same room together. Even though there was the slimmest of margins of us being seen through the windows, I didn't want to take any chances. Bryce was smiling ear to ear at me and thought I was being paranoid.
   "Let's split up," I said, trying to sound brave. "I'll check this level and you head upstairs to see what you can find. Afterwards, we'll both go down to the cellar and explore there. Yell if you see or find anything interesting. And remember, no vandalism or stealing, unless it's valuable."
   A still grinning Bryce says to me, "Aintcha afraid some ghosts might hear you yelling for me if you see one? Oh wait? Your screams will probably scare them away!"
   "Shut up you buggered," I said unconvincingly. "Are you trying to stall so I'll hold your hand and lead you up stairs?"
   All he did was laugh and make a run for the staircase. Hoping up two at a time as he went.
   That's when I started talking to myself, while walking from room to room. "What is he on about? I have been doing this sort of thing just as long as he has. Afraid of ghosts? What does he take me for?"
   "Boo!"
   I must have jumped 2 meters into the air. I turned around shacking and found Bryce on the floor laughing his ass off. So I kicked him in the leg and went into an adjoining room.

End Of Part Two

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Why Didn't I Do This Sort Of Thing With My Friends When We Were Young

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“When you go out hunting wicked spirits, it's the simple things that matter most. The silvered point of your rapier flashing in the dark; the iron filings scattered on the floor; the sealed canisters of best Greek Fire, ready as a last resort.”
- Jonathan Stroud -

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