Today is fun.
All about me hating THEM.
Baby Schubert doesn’t get it.
He reads his handwritten notes.
We go through all this again and again.
I never get tired to tell him why I want out.
“You suffocate people’s free will and development. You incarcerate opponents. You showed me what this whole system is made off back in 1980!”
This is really frustrating.
Do I really need to get into this?
“You know darn well what happened 1980 dammit!”
“Help me out.”
“Ah, yeah, you ask the questions and I get to tell stories. Fuck that!”
“I really don’t know what you are referring to.”
Can this be?
“When I had enough of your bullshit and tried to get out the first time?!”
Baby Schubert is irritated.
“Can you explain?”
“You don’t want to tell me that you don’t know!”
He DOESN’T KNOW!
What the hell?!
“Wow! The great ugly, scary Stasi don’t have their act together?”
Now something really funny happens…
Baby Schubert is losing it!
He calls off the session and gets me back to the cell.
What a day!