The task was done and now the punishment had begun. He Junior was brought to the Thurston Home Juvenile boys the next morning. His parents smiled disapprovingly at the pink building with the bars on the windows. Still they felt this was the smartest thing that could be done. Quite a usual reaction for the parents of one so unusual. Case number 4029 became an instant folk hero with the other inmates. They never before heard of someone trying to make chop meat out of another person. He Junior was delighted with his reception committee and seemed to adjust to his new surroundings rather quickly.
Five years came and five years went at the Thurston Home. He’s parents had adjusted to life without their child prodigy. They even seemed to forget he existed. On February 2nd He Junior now past the legal age that would allow the state to hold him against his wishes. So on that faithful day He Junior looking more like a young man than the sad gray eyed youth he had been five years to make his fortunes in the world. He lumbered down to the paper where he had worked years before to see if he could get his old position back. When he arrived the sight of the old man with the horrible hairy hands that started the whole mess in the first place confronted him. The first thing the old man did was mutter “good G-d almighty”.
Needless to say the old man at the paper did not launch into a tirade about the inequities of the law. Instead he muttered one more “great G-d Almighty” and then fell on the floor and died. He Junior completely perplexed by this proceeded to chop the old man’s body to bits. Naturally those hairy hands were the first to go. He Junior then crashed to the floor and began to weep uncontrollably. How could anyone do this to him?
The town’s folk applauded when they saw what happened. Mr. & Mrs. Junior though this to be a very usual occasion. For his efforts not so little anymore He was awarded the paper. Instead of acting graciously he Junior drew his breath inward until he was red in the face and screamed out “I didn’t ask to be brought into this stinking world.” His scream filled every inch and every corner of the town. Windows and plate-glass doors shattered ll over the stinking place. He Junior was happy at last.
Several revolutions of the earth and one chronological year later the paper reopened. Instead of that crotchety old man running things we had He Junior running the paper as Editor and writer. With the help of his mother’s Quaaludes and some money from his father’s Escrow Accounts that his father set up for him He Junior underwent a remarkable transformation from a ranting and raving bed wetting child to murderous teen to finally a responsible sensible young man with a strong sense of what outrage is caused by.
The 60’s with its days of rage gave He Junior his first real journalistic responsibility. College student previously resigned to their stupid study’s and equally stupid fraternities were now concerned with their country’s involvement in Vietnam. He Junior was seriously dating a female activist by the name of Candy Superior. She and He Junior became lovers very quickly. A very usual thing to happen to one who had been so unusual.
Into the middle of the 60’s with a bang. Protests in the streets are heating up. Confrontations with police became more of a daily occurrence. He Junior and She Superior married in these turbulent times. His parents both died of heart attacks shortly thereafter.
We are now in the last year of the famous era known as the 60’s. The decade had seemingly flew past them on the pages of the paper. She superior was about to become Mother Superior. Yet they both felt they had to make the Chicago scene. Quickly as they met the hour glass of their lives was running out.
Tear gas bombs fired by the riot police in full combat regalia filled the air. One by one hairy horrible hands filled the steamy night with deadly canisters filled with tear gas. Soon a cloud of gas enveloped the crowd. She Superior and He Junior were in the thick of things as usual. She Mother Superior Senior collapsed on the on the pavement and was later arrested and hospitalized.
As the festival of death and destruction carried long into the night a new life was to begin. Just as He Junior was fatally wounded by policy She Superior Junior gave birth to a bouncing boy. As she was wheeled out of the delivery room to the sounds of distant fighting word reached her that He Junior had died. Like the speeding bullet that killed her husband her reactions were just as fast and devastating. Her cries of anguish filled the air all but eradicating the sounds of fighting outside.
Now a full-fledged mother She Superior Junior was released from the hospital. She returned home to Sequin, Washington. She decided that her first task would be to name her child. This task was accomplished days later. In the heat of a chilly night the name He Junior was the name the child would go by hereafter.
She Superior Junior spent her last remaining days to avenging the death of He Junior. Numerous radical were summoned to the paper that she now ran. They all agreed one so dedicated to the “cause” as He Junior was should not have died in vain. Their task was made easier by the brandishing pictures of He Junior of He Junior to other papers in town although they felt he was a disturbed no good communist who deserved to die.
He Junior learned to walk at the age of two. The voice of the child formerly diagnosed as mute was heard that year also. The first words he spoke were spoken in unison with is mother. They came out in a high-pitched screech the likes of which had not been heard since he Junior was alive. Every night together with is mother they would scream “we didn’t ask to be brought into this stinking world.” With that came the smashing of all windows and plate-glass doors. This was their sweet revenge for the death of He Junior. For as the days flew past it became increasingly clear He Junior had left in his wake a son who seemed to be the exact duplicate of his father.
One year She Superior Junior had read an article that a disease of the mind had made He Junior what he was in the majority of his years which was to say brilliant but insane or so many had thought was the case. It was only after he had withdrawn from his Quaalude addiction that invaded his body courtesy of his mother the He Junior became a human being capable of rational thought and in control of his emotions.
His “sins” were forgiven years later and was awarded a medal given to those who show remarkable recovery from adversity to rise up and make something of themselves in life. A fitting end to the first part of a story about a very strange but wonderful loving man. Now it was up to He Junior Jr. to carry on what his father had started.
As for She Junior she led a quiet life and wound up marrying the riot policeman that killed her brother. They had two boys together that were quite normal as far as we know.
