I'm writing in Cleveland, at my mom's house at 3922 St. Clair ave., rear.
It's been a while since I've written, and I have no excuse. It seems that the longer one stays from a good habit, the harder it is to re-acquire.
I must tell you (who am I referring to, the journal or the reader? I don't know.) what happened on the nights (actually afternoon and early evening) of the 25th. Tim D. and I were outside doing nothing in particular in his back yard. I decided that it was National Walk Backwards Day, so we started walking backwards around the alley. As we were walking backwards south down the alley, we talked of many nonsensical ideas. Then I mentioned the importance of alleys in the scheme of the universe. He disagreed. We agreed for a bit about the importance of '56 Chevies, stickshifts, and '62 Fords, automatic. Tim then decided that avenues were more important in the entire metaphysical structure of the universe. There we squared off. Me, a confirmed alleyite, and Tim, a devoted avenuist. Both of us, confirmed and dedicated to nonexistent philosophies. We stopped all other arguments on our backwards trek down the alley, and stuck on a discussion defending our philosophical views. We brought the advantages and disadvantages of our philosophies, though in each other's mind our philosophies had no disadvantages.
When we came to the end of the alley at Napoleon road, we made a right to Kenwood school. As we crossed Kenwood Ave., I saw some people in a car stare at us as we debated and walked backwards. We continued debating at the Kenwood playground, each of us continually bringing up new points about our own and the other's philosophy. We were acting serious the whole time. We swung around the school building, crossed Kenwood Ave., and walked up the small alley that crosses the big alley and goes straight to Main St. As we walked along backwards, our once nonexistent philosophies emerged from our bantering. Loud bantering. I'm sure some people looked, saw two strange teenagers walking backwards and yelling about alleyism and avenuism, and hurriedly went to lock their doors. We walked up to Main and again went south. At times we yelled at each other, lamenting at the other person's obvious lack of intelligence. We brought up new facts, argued old one and invented various ideas, authorities and quotations to back ourselves up.
As we again hit Napoleon, we decided to walk forwards again. We walked all the way down to McDonalds, almost to Gypsy Lane, continually bringing up various aspects of our nonexistent philosophies and the association with our philosophies. At McDonalds we turned around and headed back, getting deeper and deeper into each other's fictional beliefs. I brought up the Avenuist Book Wars of 1967. Tim brought up the old-fashionedness of alleyism. We were devoted members of our philosophies at the beginning, but by the time we finally got back to Tim's house from Murphy's Mart we argued as if we were the leaders of the philosophical movements. At his house we continued arguing until I had to leave at 5:30. We spent about 3.5 hours walking backwards and debating nonsensical philosophies .
Alleyism:
According to Tim it's archaic, dictatorial in its membership structure, stoic, and belongs to the 15th century. By me it is old but flexible and modernistic enough to be true in any age. It is not at all stoically inclined. It can absorb new thoughts and digest them into Alleyism. It offers the only hope for mankind. It is unifed, and has a firm foundation.
Avenuism:
According to me: a split off from alleyism, it is a drug induced fatalistically stoic and silly belief. It leads to fatalism and engages its members in immorally wild orgies. Its people are hopelessly fractured up into avenuists, boulevardists, streetites, and others. According to Tim, it's a dynamic modern belief ready to replace the antiquitated Alleyism. There are no orgies, it is not fatalistic, nor stoic, but is based on meditation and other weird stuff.
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