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| "President" Wayne |
If this picture of me looks like a mug shot, well it is. This photo was taken on January 22, 1999. I was 54 at the time. The photo was taken at Hillsborough County Jail after I, running for President, trespassed in a secured area at Tampa International Airport. The photo, I’m forced to admit, looks more dictatorial than presidential. I would love to know what was really going on beneath that forehead—what neurological circuits were being fired and why. It was a marvelous escape from reality that didn’t turn out so well. Tomorrow I visit one of my sons currently in the Pinellas County Jail. I looked up his mug shot taken last Thursday and I must admit that in his photo he looks far less criminal. Yet, I wonder about the same thing when all is said and done. What is really going on behind that forehead? To what extent does it all come down in the end in trying to escape in one way or another? I wonder if a major cause of crime might be a seeking after freedom from a depressing load of too much reality. Could it be that prisons, actual and symbolic, are the ironic habitats of desperate freedom fighters?
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