Cutting Loose on the Road to Freedom

Dear Jimothy watched in wonder as the lazy sky opened up to a fresh crispy blue. Fragrant sea air floated like soft mist from the nearby coast. He felt the sun's warmth on his skin for the first time in many months. He felt the rush of his thick northern blood pulse through his temples as he thought of Melinda and the cult she had once tried to get him to join. He remembered her brittle little words and how she was always chasing down a new 'head change'. It always seemed that she just couldn't get things right, or maybe she just didn't want to. It wasn't impossible, it just wasn't in her nature. It was her desire to live an "abnormal life" - and that very desire drew her away from most folks. Especially the ones who loved her. Up until now he had never really thought too much about it. Maybe the sea air had helped clear his mind; helped put things into perspective. Back east there were just so many unanswered questions, so many things left to wonder. He lost count of the number of times that the voices in his head told him to go off and do wild things. The same contradictory voices that told him everything was going to be alright. They mocked his calculated movements and would often times suggest that at any given moment, he was most certainly going to go totally ape-shit.