Friday-the-13th: American eChurch

Narrated 'flight' of a family gripping evil/expressions, which defines the narrator's sense(s) of Earth-society entourage.

A fable about life's challenges/miracles, inspired by The Good Son. 

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This is my story. My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a princely inheritor of fortunes currently working with blood-diamond infiltrations work, using chess-diagrams to create capitalism-securities labyrinth(s) in piracy-troubled Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) as a real-world James Bond character, but before I donned this double-life mantle as an intelligence-man/analyst, I had a rather strange North American immigrant life with my nuclear family (Algerian) in the Poconos, a very strange misadventure, which is what this tale concerns now.

My father, an eccentric alcoholic, took my mother/sister and me to a nice cabin in the Poconos (United States) where I brought my video-game to play football-games and use one of my favorite sports-avatars/stars Dickerson (Colts) for Super Bowl recreation imagination(s). While I was enjoying this cabin-Poconos pastime, my deranged father was planning a 'hideous' scheme to foil this sporting vacation. Follow along, friends (hmm).

FATHER: Amlan, you believe that in the future time, the Phillies (underdogs?) will challenge the Astros in the World Series?
ME: Yeah, dad; in fact, I think the (underdog!) Phillies (new millennium!) will eek out two 'shocking Series-wins (Astros).

FATHER: Sounds like a child-like dream/gamble, Amlan, my boy!

ME: No, dad...this is real premonition(s)...the Phillies may lose 4-2 in that (future) series, but they'd get those 2-miracles.

FATHER: Your optimism strikes me as 'chess' execution(s), Amlan.

We all knew my father was strange, but he wanted to get us all in that Poconos-cabin for that vacation, on the Friday-the-13th weekend in the United States, the symbolic calendar date of misfortune/darkness; and he sought to corrupt my sports/games daydreams by drinking lots and lots of alcohol and fuming around shouting and breaking his own toys he bought for me from a local store while my mother and sister helplessly stood by watching the 'action' and perhaps 'moving' me to make some 'artwork(s)' about 'encounters' with 'alien' psychosis. I kid you not...this is 'real' art.

FATHER: This is a quaint/spacious/beautiful Poconos-area/cabin indeed, my beautiful family, but I'm mad with liquor!

ME: Dad, you've gotta calm down, lest you ruin this entire 'retreat' to the forest, dad!

MOTHER/SISTER: Please, relax.

FATHER: Hahaha...you're my 'prisoners' of war (wow).

I'll never forget that 'dark-courage' my sister/mother wielded that Friday-the-13th weekend in that now eerie Poconos-cabin, while I began the experience simply/purely enjoying my Dickerson-game (football-Nintendo) experience, and to this day, I wonder if my own 'vigilante' sensibility regarding my 'James Bond' work with blood-diamonds was somehow 'molded' by that misadventure of survival/wit(s) in the Poconos with my American family for an album.

FATHER: Have you read Uncle Tom's Cabin, boy?
ME: Of course, I've known of the iconic/cultural story, dad; doesn't it suggest human ardor's all about...endurance?

FATHER: Why, yeah it is, Amlan; endurance is a 'sign' of human minds; I wonder if you've the endurance to learn it!

ME: Calm down, dad (please).

Today, my dad rests in a center from the treatment of the criminally-insane, Arkham (DC), and I continue my cyber/UK-work with blood-diamond chess, and I wonder if the 'stalemate' I wrought against 'eccentric-dad' that Poconos weekend on Friday-the-13th shaped my current 'passion(s)' for social-media/cyber oriented human dating/wits/Selfie-humor(s). Fathers shape their sons, don't they (as modern social-media chatters would joke!)?

JOURNAL: Imagery accessible on social-media for the 'chess' of human-network(s) psychology affect culture-IQ for custom.

Today, I own this 'fantastic' baseball-figurine/themed chess-set/board which reminds me how patience and composure were used to subdue my deranged father in the Poconos, as my mother/sister/I used simple human grip(s) and mind to negotiate with my scheming alienating and very emotionally troubled dad to consider the 'practicality' of subsiding subjective rage in the name of simplified living excellence.

FATHER: Thanks for visiting me in my asylum, this psychiatric center, boy.

ME: It's been so many years, father; in fact, I've met a beautiful woman (bought her some Irish jewelry).

FATHER: Your sister tells me you're doing something in the United Kingdom.

ME: Yes, dad...a 'chess' stalemate game of treasure-detection (for human race sport); an 'Earth' activity (of practicality).

DIARY: Did I become the 'James Bond' I am today, an antipiracy IQ-chess man in the UK, shaped by Poconos-batteries?

In this world of consumerism/capitalism and toys-minded lifestyle and convenience-oriented access to good/services, we might think 'deeply' about the qualities of experience(s) that drive/mold our inherent/intrinsic sense(s) of swift decision-making, and it's the sort of 'rationalism' that's informed my own imaginations about capitalism-iconography...perhaps all starting with my 'video-game defiance-evasion' in the Poconos (United States).

FATHER: I hear you're working/operating out of a Wingate (hotel), my boy; it's a 'fine' institution, Amlan!

ME: Thanks, dad; we've excellence in WiFi resource(s) and think about the quality of modern cyber-chess (wow).

FATHER: That's cool!

If you know someone who's having challenges with mental complexity or confronting the complications of the mind's own space(s), consider how this Earth affords us the strange/magical resources of 'toys' and 'consciousness' that may shape our unique resilient sense(s) of confronting/conquering 'everyday' evil(s) --- as I did/have that Friday-the-13th weekend in the Poconos-cabin with my mother/sister!

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)