Ape's View

I was born on a cold November Night in a test tube. I was only to be a white collar chimp, paperwork and P.O.s were to be my specialty. I was raised to stick pencils into termite mounds and fling stamps instead of poop. It wasn't long before I was voted head of my class at APE Technical Institute. But alas I wanted more. As I looked into the darkness of the night sky I knew that I was meant for more. I wanted to peel the peels of cosmic bananas, I wanted to bite into the tasty flesh of space vermin, I wanted to hump the satellites. I planned for my escape for months. That night when I was going home instead of going to happy hour I grabbed my trusty number two pencil and notebook and made a dash for the doors. I then realized that you need to work to survive. I soon got a letter to go to this office and here I am with all of these naked pink primates waiting for the time when fur will rule the day!

P.S. I am a writer, not a damn dirty ape.