The Losing My Transmission Project (1)

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from book 1 – Me at the Corner

by Greg King Moore

Copyright® 2009


All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

If experience were to a human being like a transmission is to a car, what would happen if you lost your experience? Unlikely as it sounds, it is a condition that can exist. I had been operating from this neuropsychological state since 1987, but I wouldn’t even begin to realize it until after 1993 while I was attending the University of Georgia, a Drawing and Painting major and member of a social fraternity. At the conclusion of fall quarter in December I called Betsy Sherman to ask if I could bring over her “Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test”.

She replied with a chipper tone, “Sure, come on over.”

At the informal Sunday pre-rush chapter meeting brothers had already started dispersing. In response, a final call was made to see if anyone wanted the floor before adjournment. I stood up. “I have an announcement.” A general sigh of impatience fluttered about, and a rolling of eyes. With smug anticipation I jiggled an encased cassette tape in my left hand for everyone in the living room to see.

“I produced something over the summer that is going to transform the Disco room into the Early-eighties room.”

This declaration received a mocking, if condescending, reaction from the brethren, treated as good as a dismissal. Hence, everybody started leaving without a single request for me to elucidate. A little miffed, but not defeated, I delivered the tape to the closet on the other side of the dining slash Disco room where besides the various cleaning supplies used by custodian Greg Swayback were a stereo receiver and tape deck sharing space on a shelf, wired through a sound board. I returned the way I came as far as the front entrance hall, past the bulletin board on my way out the front door. A note posted made official the threat of a monetary penalty on anyone skipping-out on the duties constituted in the upcoming fraternity formal rush, signed “The Executive Council”.


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