Jonny`s Memoirs

I had the sad task , myself being a newbee, to clean out
Jonny`s locker and cabin.
Nobody wanted to do it, so I had the short f``ing straw.
I would admit to nobody , I cried profusely, and things were
made worse when I found the letter, that until this moment I
had never told nobody of it`s existence .
 I include it here dear reader,
 I found it profound and shocking. I had always thought of Jonny the Hook as a simple
man, but this letter said more than he would ever be able to
say under normal circumstances to his shipmates.His memoirs were quite prolific ,and I reference them in my own story.
They were after time , so disturbing to me I eventually
burnt them.Perhaps this was one of the more severe errors I
have made in my life. I am not sure.
What  rested within them perhaps should never sea the light
of day.  I will cautiously transcribe the one page that I retained 

and hid in the wooden box.



I should just clarify for  any reader that has occasioned
upon my memoirs.
Perhaps I should put things straight, as I am sure you have
missed a chapter or two which may have pertained to the
unrelenting tasks that throughout history show the power of
human survival and  endurance which I choose now to describe
and call a memoir.
I had been brought up as any child could have been, I had
the benefit of an education that in these days seems rare.
To me it had been no more than an education.
It was an all encompassing hell in my young opinion . But
now perhaps I see the point.
I say cautiously that I was not as brainwashed as the others that follow me.
In my estimation they have no chance to think.
The dominance of myself was less subtle and more self useful,
now the dominance of education is more extreme.
I feel I have been poisoned.
I am concerned the poisons within me will profoundly inhibit
my over late and complex warning to you, the reader.
That is a mercurial teeth issue.and many other toxins that
are nearly impossible to avoid.

Now I remember more . It took me years of re-self education
to break the bond that had tied my mind.
I had forgotten the extremes I have been through , and still
after many years of looking for enlightenment I have still
struggled with my pre inserted control formatting.
LSD has helped,but also caused a huge amount of uncontrolled
damage .
 
It is so long and so far away now, I seem to have forgotten
that I was under control.
 I have been controlled. I have forgotten how powerful it
is, and was.
Now,when I remember, it is shocking how much re education of
myself I had to make.
Stupidly |I assume others are as enlightened as me , but in
the cold light of reality ,how could they be.They must still
be under the heavy influence of their parental and
educational background. I am so far from this , I have
forgotten how hard and unlikely it is for normal folk to
break these simplistic sacred bonds. These are the bonds of
guarantee of our servitude to to authority.
It Is for this reason I freely sacrifice myself to the shark
that has relentlessly hunted me and caused my shipmates so
much concern.
Sea you beyond love Jonny.

The biggest thing I had a problem with was imagining Jonny
with his extreme  old school pirate accent saying this girly
stuff. I needed a stiff drink.