My first rap was in Walden West. Stacy Wasserman was to be the facilitator. I can?t remember who was supporting in that rap because the whole thing was so apocalyptic, anything besides it?s own happening would be unmemorable by comparison. I didn?t know what I was in store for at all. I was escorted from the house by Pxxx, who steered me down a path with a rock border, and past a few other buildings. We came to Walden and were directed into the room. This room has so much significance for me that just crossing it?s threshold in my imagination causes unspeakable feelings. All of my propheets and workshops were in Walden and it is fitting that my first step down forced behavior modification should happen in that room.
There was a circle of black chairs interrupted by one upholstered blue one with arm rests. No one went near that one. The black chairs had different vintages and it quickly became clear that some were actually more comfortable than others. I sat down and listened to my heart throb in my ears. I didn?t know what to be nervous about, but after numerous kids asking me during lunch if this was my first rap and then their replies of ?holy shit, who?s running it?? or ?Ha Ha, won?t that be nice? I started to become a little nervous. On the walk over with Pxxx there were many other people moving to their assigned rooms and it was quiet. There was a definite sense of forboding. And I didn?t know how to identify it yet?there was something else I got a strong whiff of as we sat down in our black chairs that afternoon in Walden West: fear.
[ This Message was edited by: blownawaytheidahoway on 2004-11-28 07:25 ]
