一個人的戲班子2014.01.04鋼筆+白板筆

One-man Troupe  2014.01.04 Fountain Pen and Whiteboard Marker Drawing While on duty, I heard the new prisoner yelling hysterically in his cell. My colleagues could only resort to sending two strong men to control him. But he was not easy to deal with, for even after he was handcuffed, he demanded to enter into the Buddha Hall, saying: “The God of Land didn’t pay his tax. I will arrest him!” Back at the observation ward, he never failed to find even the most trivial things to do, from dancing with his hands buried in the arms of his jacket to singing a Taiwanese opera, which went, “I am riding a white horse, running through three gates…”. I was almost in awe that he could play the many roles, from a man to a woman and even a clown in the two hours. I observed him, in which he only rested occasionally. He would also begin his performance immediately after catching my eye in the “audience” which I believe deserves an applause.  “Brother Ming, he kept performing Taiwanese opera to me.” “That is no big deal,  for before you came, he used his quilt as a banner.” “What? His singing performance for me is passive while his drama performance for you is full of motions – he is definitely treating you better!”

才接班就聽說新客戶是因為發神經大鬧新收房，科員只得派出帥如饅頭人的鳥主任和壯如熊大的柏均兩位戰將押來隔離，但來者也不是什麼省油的燈，雙手被拷之下一路「滾龍」，到了佛堂還想衝進去：

 「土地公沒繳稅，我來抓他！」

觀察室裡他沒一刻閒著，他拉一拉衣服，將手掌藏了進去跳起水袖舞，接著唱起了歌仔戲： 

「挖身騎白馬呀！造三關⋯⋯」

兩個小時的時間令我歎為觀止，一會小生，一下子小旦，連丑角也來，有時他似乎累了，像定格般停了好久，一見到我在看，又突然演了起來，害我都好想鼓掌叫好⋯⋯

「阿明哥，他剛剛一直演歌仔戲給我看耶！」
「這哪有什麼，你來之前他還拿棉被當大旗揮咧！」
「蝦眯！給我唱文戲卻給你看武戲，那他對你比較好！」