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Scene--The Remains of Joe Magarac

(The Little Wretches)
April 2, 2018
Robert Andrew Wagner

The stupidest people in the world are people from the Bottoms. A guy I know who used to drive a cab said he thought it had something to do with flooding, like all the toxins from every mill and factory along the river washed into the Bottoms, year after year after year. Like lead paint in an old house. Just breathing the air introduces stupidity-causing toxins into the body, permanent brain-damage. Of course, there haven’t been steel mills along the rivers for a long time, but so much waste was deposited in the bottoms over the decades that it’s now like the Chernobyl-effect. 

 

And I don’t know if you’ve been down there, but raccoons in the Bottoms are the size of bears. And rabbits are the size of dogs. And the rats are like monkeys. 

Like, there are little rat societies with a hierarchy and the use of primitive tools. 

They surround you, force you to empty your pockets, slap you around for fun and tell you don’t let them catch you in the Bottoms ever again unless you’ve got more money in your pockets, you broke-ass punk. Then they scurry away.

 

But here’s the problem. People from the Bottoms are normal now, and not because they got smarter. Everybody else just got stupid. 

 

The only way to live in this town is to shut off your brain. Numb your senses. Dull your mind. Think about happy things. Whatever you do, don’t spend any time thinking about how things are supposed to be or how things could be, I mean, how good they could be if anybody really gave a flying whatever. 

 

And that’s what this is, this whole town is living in a state of fog. How is it that I’m the only one who sees this stuff? It’s so obvious. Why don’t people see? Because to see, you have to look. To look, you have to care. And to care, well, caring implies you would do something if there was something you could do. 

 

But to do something takes effort. Effort? Tell me, what kind of effort do you think you are going to get out of people who grew up on free housing, free food, free medicine, free education. I’d better shut up before I get myself upset. All the people who knew how to work are gone. All the people who ever fought for anything are gone. And all that’s left is this.

 

Call Charles Darwin. Tell him we’ve evolved and a new species walks the earth. The gainfully-employed, mortgage-paying, bill-paying, church-going, little-league-coaching working class homo sapiens has gone the way of the neanderthal. He’s been starved out by a new two-legged beast that can be observed stalking the streets, pushing baby strollers on the way to the corner store to pick up a pack of cigarettes while talking on their cellphones, arguing with and swearing at their girlfriends, eating a bag of Doritos, drinking a two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew, smoking a joint and walking the pit bull named after the quarterback of their favorite NFL team.

 

The anthropologists of the future are going to have a lot of fun with ruins they find underneath this town.