{I once built a wall of shame}- a flash fiction (8-14-20)
In my late teenage years, I built a wall of shame. It was agonizing at first but after a while, loneliness becomes an addiction. Like most addictions, it was easily deniable but then when I noticed its consequences it became a reason to change. I built my wall of shame with superglue and bricks of steel. It hurt each time I bounded myself against it and pounded savagely, trying to take it down. Some walls just have to stay up and sometimes we are expected to wait to see if any force of nature would be strong enough to tear my wall down. I graduated High School In May of 1967 and there I would have the potential of the best, with my incredible intellect, but I would waste it away on the carpeted floor of my one-bedroom apartment. , stoned and catapulted into a world of hallucinations, it would be there I would finally learn to break my wall. Not exactly break but more like strategically climb the wall and plop onto untouched territory. One night in that same summ...