May 12, 92

  

     I am a slave.  I work seemingly in a modern upper middle class or even a wealthy 
estate.  I am helping my master set up his stereo equipment.  There are a couple of 
stereos and I need to set them up in different places.  One of them needs to be moved 
to another part of the room.  There is mass stuff I will have to move to get it set up.  I 
keep suggesting all these extra things I should do to get it just right.  I seem to be giving 
myself all kinds of extra hard labor that will last all day.  Perhaps I feel it is better than 
other jobs I might be asked to do.

   

    My master goes off to look for something and one of his relatives comes along.  It 
might be his brother (perhaps a cousin or even a young uncle).  I don't like him.  He 
abuses slaves.  He mentions that he needs to buy a fork for some woman he knows 
(wife, sweetheart).  I get the impression of an occaision such as a birthday or 
anniversary.  I see a fork among other things on the counter we are walking along but I 
assume he means some sort of fancy silverware and don't mention it.  (I don't want to 
talk to him anyway).  He is talking on and I am not really listening, trying to keep out of 
his reach as we walk along.  I think he is talking about sports when he says "the first hit 
of the season".  He stops and waits for me to reach him, swings back his arm, repeats 
"the first hit of the season", and hits me on the side of the head.  He looks at me smugly 
knowing he can hit me all he wants and I can't do anything about it.

  

   I am glad that he decides to walk off instead of continuing his abuse and I go back to 
work. I have been realizing the whole time that there is supposed to be a revolution 
coming soon.  I have been putting up with my slavery with a quiet reservation so far but 
fully intend to free myself when the revolution arrives.  I was kind of hoping that the 
abusive relative would be in my presence when it was time for that.  I definitely wanted 
a good opportunity to thrash him.



   There is a general melee of people running about.  Some of them seem to be a crowd 
with a purpose but most seem to just be in a generally festive atmosphere.  If this is the 
revolution then most of the population in the upper class seem unconcerned about it 
and are going about their business and having fun as if nothing serious was going on.