Freaks and Natives

Crowded salary men turned their black heads to watch three freaks enter the meat restaurant.

"I've been thinking of eating this shit for two months, " said the mo-hawked freak in a broken but honorable attempt to speak the natives' language.

"You can't bring that wine in here," said the unfortunate waitress.

The freaks knew how to handle this situation.

"No wine?" "Ok," and they began to undress themselves promptly, foolishly, starting with their belts.

"Is this what people outside of this safe, hermetic country really do," questioned the waitress. "Ok, ok, wine, ok," she stammered in a dialect simple enough for the freaks to understand.

CONFLICT- RESOLVED!

They packed their swollen bellies tight and walked the rain soaked, neon streets. "So nice to HAVE to walk," thought the recently-returned freak. They walked to nowhere slowly as the natives gawked. Some dropped their jaws and released a drawn-out "wow," and others, usually older, couldn't hide their disgust at the sight of three, happy, comfortable and strange freaks among them. "Like monkeys in the zoo, we are," commented one freak. Still, they enjoyed being constantly on stage and hadn't gotten used to it in the years here.

ROCKSTAR COMPLEX- SATISFIED!

"I want to show you something," said the biggest, oldest freak. They took the elevator to the top floor of a gigantic, trendy shopping mall. They got out at the cinema (they're always on the top floor) and climbed stairs to the roof. Up there, they were alone, nobody would stare. Up there, they could, figuratively speaking, 'let their hair down.' Below were clusters of un-planned city development. 4 million black-haired natives nestled within the mountains. The biggest freak mixed drinks. Beer and orange juice- his latest eccentricity.

"How long can we hide in this strange place?" and "Can we ever return home for good?" These are the questions they discussed between gulps and puffs. They had three much different homes but all three were more similar than their current dwelling.

"No, there's too much to explore in this bizarre, brilliant, blasphemous world," said one.

"No, I'd feel ungrateful if I didn't take advantage of this golden ticket (his native tongue) and keep going," said another.

"No, they've been too kind (despite the disgusted stares) to leave," said the last.

It was decided, they'd stay.

FUTURE- POSTPONED!

They snuck into the movie theatre and watched 10 minutes of an action-packed representation of their homes. This, they thought, is where the natives think we come from. How fantastic, like crowded city buses tumbling over your head! They walked outside, saw three young men on scooters and each jumped on the back of one. The young natives, confused and unable to communicate with the freaks, just decided to drive them somewhere, anywhere. Sometimes that was the easiest way to deal with the strange, big-nosed freaks. And, had the natives refused a ride, the freaks would probably have started to undress foolishly. Full proof!

The next morning, the freaks would wake early and go to kindergartens to teach the natives' children, as they had tried to teach the adults, not to fear strange freaks outside this safe, hermetic world. The children would learn much quicker.