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A misguided double-cross, they had stuck us in the tub, and then given Bambi the old heave-ho!
like an old lady speaking in tongues at a Pentecostal meeting, except I’m laughing my head off, the bodacious rhythm throwing me around on the floor,
If Moses had parted the seas right in front of me, or my dog started speaking the Queen’s English, it would not have been this miraculous.
Whenever I laid eyes on those gossip magazines, they looked like death, like the worst possible fate was to end up reading that bullshit.
A harbinger for an even more pathetic celebrity-centric reality show future, these magazines are designed to make you feel ugly and inadequate, or in turn, encourage a hollow sense of self-worth.
A week later, I sat on the handball court waiting pensively, like a little politician on election night.
The trumpet, an incredible brass invention, is the king of instruments. This wild machine, its curved pipes, valves, and flowering bell. A puzzle of cold metal and grease, but when placed against the lips of a human being, and love is blown into it, it becomes warm and alive, a conduit for god, a spokesman for
The universe gives us the ones we need. And the ones we deserve.
Anthony and I sat next to each other and began a conversation that continues forty-odd years later.
I miserably watched him descend into the false Eden of junkiedom and didn’t think enough about his pain, but instead about what was important to ME.
But for this short time in the very beginning of it all, the negative reference points weren’t there yet, our naiveté afforded us a free pass to sincerity, and we poured our hearts out to one another till we had nothing left.
Like a little orphan baby who cries out to be held, only to cry again when they are picked up, because they can’t handle the closeness.
ensorcelled,
taciturn
physiognomy.
Love. Love above the disappointment, judgment, fear, and hurt. Love to clear the fog that blinds us, and unlock the shackles that bind us. Life is naught but a journey to achieve love.
trepidation
rakish
nom de plume
