A Mind of Their Own

By Brad Rose

On my way to the fun fair. It’s going to be great. Some people say I’m a loose cannon, but I’m just following orders. I like being the dirty kind of clean. Like they say, there’s no use writing numbers in alphabetical order. Hey, I just got this new headgear. The fit’s a little tight, especially around the temples, but it helps me to stay in cahoots with myself. You can never have too much of a good thing. This month, my favorite flavor is salt, but I don’t like to talk about it. Not while I’m in transit. Sharleen says I can never be too careful, especially when I’m on foot. So, I take it slow. Sharleen thinks I’m one in a million. She says I’m rare as octopus’ feet on a step ladder. She’s funny that way. Today, I’ve got my lucky sandwich with me. It’s in the bag. Wrapped up tight in one of those little plastic bags, you know, the airtight kind. I always try to get the results I want. I’m extra careful. I hate to make mistakes. Lord knows, I’m not perfect, so I’m extra, extra careful. Especially with sidearms. Sometimes though, they just seem to have a mind of their own.