You ask me to submit; I refuse. You demand. I again harder! What?
OH?! This is supposed to be fiction
There was this bob, see. He simply hated to submit to tyranny in
any form. Beaten daily by his parents, he refused to relent. His teachers
downgraded him from business class to tourist. He defied authority,
glorified his self.
He forgot his Name, forgot his self, left his identity in the corner
booth of a 1957 small town wooden drug store.
No girl would re-date him, no woman would mate him. He had so many
wondrous, awesome horror of living stories to tell. He spent his entire
adult life writing, perfecting, editing, rejecting
But not a one was ever published because this bob life unit individualist
absotively refused to submit!