The Queen Mum likes me, finds me entertaining and wouldn’t hold the no boys in the bedroom rule against me.
Some of you might question this and suggest I am fabricating a tale but in your heart of hearts you know that one kiss might set the world on fire.
Others might ask why the hell these crazy tales appear and what to do with them and decorum requires I not tell you about that time on Judy’s porch or who said they could take better care of me than anyone else.
They already know I could do the same and that I can be exceptionally difficult and that sometimes I can be terribly charming as easily as I can annoy them.
But when you can’t stay angry with someone and they know it there are certain liberties that may be taken…on both sides of course.
It is the benefit of knowing that you could be stuck on an island with someone and not want to kill them.
In Your 45th Year
One might remember a keg and a steak in your 45th year and a night that all participants found to be magical or one might push it into a photo album to be looked at upon rare occasions.
These are things you think about when aging starts to catch up with you and you notice that you have buried more than one friend and have a doctor’s note that says your time might be far more limited.
But then again, maybe it won’t be because the doc says the blood might be tied into something you have control over and that terminal is a word reserved for buses…he thinks.
Hard to say when medicine is an imperfect science and practice can’t provide you with perfection.
Somewhere in there is that memory of the friend long since gone who refused to marry a woman knowing he would make her a widow in relatively short order.
Might be some nobility in such a stance that could be adopted for present circumstances and then again the lesson might be you are going to die motherfucker and you are entitled to real happiness and satisfaction with life so why fake it.
Look At That Picture
In between causing trouble and wreaking havoc there was a moment where the dude caught a glimpse of a recent picture and couldn’t quite decide whether to unleash his wrath upon himself for what he saw or if he should just laugh.
There were worst pictures out there and bigger indictments of who and what he was. What kept him from going over edge was knowing things.
This was a moment in time and didn’t represent how things had to be. This was nothing but a placeholder between who he was and who he was going to become.
It was nothing but a moment and he had the chance to immediately work upon changes and given the progress in other areas there was some reason to be positive.
Besides life is too short to get stuck on the trivial, malleable and adjustable so he shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
Somewhere on the other side of a computer screen someone else was probably cursing because he was pumping out responses to their comments faster than they could keep up.
What a keyboard warrior and master of mischief he was.
