Escape from Chapter-1

A Story by Abishai100

What's it take to part-ways from an insane gripping relation of Earthling-origins, for journeyman cleats?

A great escape story (fiction). Happy '25,

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I read some great things from pop culture while hiding in my Earthling town-home in the American Homeland, in a small town called Echelon, having some buy-rights to order magazines of street-trends from around the fare-rich Blue-Earth (wow).

I got an education-time foreign travel study ticket to tour some ancient world architecture spots for a representation of civilization structure intelligence for a special society evolution diorama linked to linguistics and psycho-sociology (wow), but during the travel, I met some great flight attendant ladies whom I started to court as potential 'mail-order-brides' to share in my new found Wall-St. fortune (Ford) in Brussels for a cyber-homeschooling project vision of hubby-wife led tourism class program (hmmm).

One of the flight attendants accepted my proposal, and now we've opened our cyber-class miracle in Belgium, but this isn't my image-rich time-capsule tell of a world-traffic eye man for cyber-education IQ but my great escape story. You see, it was my deranged uncle in my town-home in the American Homeland who funded my travel and agreed to let me use my Wall-St. earnings to part from him forever, after I managed to convince him that my world-street psycho-sociology transit/trends 'IQ' survey was worth creating a completely new life for capitalist reflection (cinema-like!).

UNCLE: You want an eco-venture in Brussels with varied street-trends image.

ME: You always drink and insist you raised me and we never spirit-part, uncle.

UNCLE: I shan't condone this foreign escape (Beglum?) lest having solid-proof.

ME: I understand now that without merits for study/venture, you keep me.

UNCLE: What's with this toy water-guns presentation for eco-theater.

ME: You find great intrigue in my toy-chest 'diorama' for eco-symbolism?

UNCLE: What proof is there you've translated these things to Earth-jellyfish?

ME: It's a cinema-jam worth computer-mouse charge, uncle (promises).

UNCLE: Damn (Facebook-like).

ME: Farewell, uncle (and thanx).

Here I am, just some years later, in Brussels/Belgium, co-managing my chess-excellent cyber-class venture with my ex-stewardess wife (Esmerelda) post-escape from my deranged uncle in the American Homeland who simply required absolute proof that I found Earth-transit value for displaced career-move to leave his home, where I grew up, where he raised me. You may think this is just a tale of Earthling genius, but I assure you, friend(s), it's one of simplified discovery of jardinieres (for mental cartography)...Selfie-like!