Voltaic Junkyard--Leopold Bloom, wondering

   
   "Voltaic Junkyard--Leopold Bloom, wondering"
   
   Adam, frightened by the reality of all the truths and falsehoods contained in a Sociology class, wanting to wander, roam, vagabond, yet a gentleman; however, more wondering instead of wandering.
   Remembered laying on his couch for two days and reading ULYSSES, which was illegal to own in the United States for a quick wrinkle in time; moreover, he read the judge's opinion on the book, the black-robe making it legal, at last.  The judge said it was boring at times.  Adam remembered the opening, Buck Mulligan, possibly a medical student--he forgot here and there, yet never the culmination--the reason it was illegal.  A wife's internal confession.  Her loins speaking.  Not a true Penelope, forged in fabulous fidelity; still, she loved the wandering Leopold.
   Even that kind of love, well--Adam thought it would be pretty sweet.  So your wife cheats on you--does it really matter?  Adam knew that's why we have Saints.  There are always stranger people than yourself.  People that give hope, and people that are anchors, sinking your smile into a frown.
   But Adam knew his part.  Little brother.  Sheila--the pedagogue.  Would he ever learn?  Lift weights or tear down a small block?  Be content?  Is that life?  Contentment?  Mere contentment?
   Adam remembered when all of his family was alive--as a child.  Friday nights and pizza @ Mr. Gatti's, Dad always smiling.  Sheila could throw down five slices, the She-Hulk, and she always was, like a paragon of ass-kicking girl perfection.  A girl who held her own.  Not very social.  No hair or make-up always on dynamic display for the masses.  A baseball cap and pony-tail.  Jeans.  Flannel shirt.  Tennis shoes.
   Adam wondered who he was.  Little brother, ignorant with the torque wrench?  Would he ever break down and tell her that he was fond of Japanese cars?  Swift.  Sporty.  
   He knew his place.  It was a pack, not a tribe.  They were poor.  Dogs.  It didn't matter to them, but how people gawk when the norm is not surgically followed.  Dub you an outcast.  And yes, thinking these things Adam admired Sheila all the more.  The She-Hulk, not giving a damn.  Loving what she loved.  After a quick wash, she'd eat green beans right out of the can; next, she'd go kick some tires and take a walk in the park with Wagon-Tail.  He'd accompany his sister next time.  Why the hell not?