Joseph Mecca

Background

About Joseph Mecca

I stand alone among men. I am the alpha, and the Nigerian. I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe, and taught King Yellowman not to be offended. I have written scrawls of music on the face of children. I have walked with sailors, too confused to salute. I am. I said. Therefore, I think that I must protest this indignation. This impregnation. This violation of the sanctity of my SELF. I am MAN I tell you, and I am WOMAN so you need not fear. I am the voice of the sick and the old, and I am the CRIES of the YOUNG that you NEED to hear. Am I a word? A sentence? Yes, sometimes. Am I a story, or a novel? Far less so, so Officer, Lest you have some insight into this story, this novel, this broad-based version of real life in a broad-band world, the I suggest you step back and take a good look at me, and YOU tell ME who I am. I am.what you have vowed to serve and protect. Why are you here, Sir? As I recollect, we haven't had problems around these parts since, oh, let me think, the last time you parked your car down the street, and pretended that WE were the problem. Serve and protect? I doubt you understand, much less respect the basic tenets of that credo.my brother, my savior, protector, how's that ego? Look, man, I respect what YOU do.and I know what you've done. Got some skill and some clothes, got a badge and a gun, yeah. I get what you've become. Do you? Does it hurt? Or are you numb?