Dedicated to:
My good friend Jon who was the best roommate anyone could have. You helped me outta that dark place.
Thursday, August 21, 2094
1
Confirmation
Dear Russell:
As you know, I've shown the painter side of me for a couple years now. But you also know that I have been a writer for many more. Seems like since I turned down the book deal, people have been wondering if I had the burning desire extinguished! No, my friend, I have not. Unknown to them, I have many volumes of poetry and short stories that will be published after my death. Why? Sounds selfish, right? Not to me. I want to be known alive as the painter. To have the world see itself through my eyes with all the colors, textures, glory... But when I am gone, the world will devour my prose, to seek out this other canvas I've been using for years as well. There will be enough to have published in volumes for at least a half century. I have them categorized, so there will be no pick and choose (It's an ongoing process though, I don't have any plans of leaving this planet yet). Don't worry friend, I have plans to have you publish eight of my novels way before my demise.
I've entrusted Katey, once again, to help me with this project. She is great, isn't she? What a kitten! She told me that she wants to take a year off after she graduates high school to help me with my projects. I could use the help. Since I feel the government should stay out of our face, she wholeheartedly agree to me paying her cash. What other boss is going to pay you twenty dollars an hour to answer two phone calls a day and assist me in pet projects? So, even when she is off the clock she still wants to hang around '...In case I might need something...' she tells me. I told her she needs to get a life! And we laughed. I asked her if she had a boyfriend or friends who she hangs out with (Come on! You introduced me to her! She is gorgeous!). She tells me no, which I find hard to believe. I once escorted her out, and drove her home, in the hopes she'd get some sleep. She says working for me is the vacation she has always dreamed of (Yea. Twenty an hour!). She goes to school, homework, then work. Unfortunately, she is late to her first class almost everyday, because of work. She is so brilliant though, she explains to her teacher that she works for me from six to eleven. Her teacher, of course, lets her slide; How can she not? She is an art teacher! So she also gets the extra credit for that! I even sent her a few snippets of a poem I was working on at the time with my signature, just to say thanks. Katey told me Mrs. Feltham had to sit down immediately! God! I was rolling! Sorry, I jumped off the subject there. It's just that for some reason, I want to make sure I shape this girl to be the confident woman I know she can be. So I will tell her of her gift, and of the 'Community', I think she will find the idea grand, and most likely she will take full advantage of the program. We need all the help we can get when it comes to this. You as well as I know there are three destroyers to every creator, and it is becoming a costly battle. But thank you for letting me be her influence to focus the gift.
Well, you wanted a 'story': I can't help you with that. I can tell you what happened to me though. Then again, this is not just about me. My love helped me fill in details that I had no clue of until she completed her part. For your sake, we both tried to make it into a 'story', with Katey's help (Of course). It's been seven years since my divorce and since 'we' met. She planned it from the beginning...
2
Goodbye
"Why? Please don't go! I need you!"
She had seen the other again. Just for an instant in her mind's eye, and that was enough to show she did not have the time for long good-byes. She couldn't stand the air conditioner anymore either. God, if I could just figure out why he loves the a/c so much. What's wrong with a simple 95 degrees?
"I love you... Please don't..."
Go ahead. Ruin it Stan." She told him politely. Morrigan left him at the threshold of his house. She drove out of the parking space into the night. She rolled down all the windows of her car. Stanley came to her mind. Would he make it? Of course. She'd know in an instant if he failed. No, come on, let's think happy thoughts.
The hot air blowing all around her warmed her spirits as well as her body. She loved these Southern California nights. The heat, the humidity... There was nothing to compare to it. She controlled the steering wheel with her knee as she put her long blonde hair into a ponytail. Music... Loud music, just right to overpower the blowing air. There we go. The Smashing Pumpkins 'Zero'. It's going to be at least another 45 minutes on the 10 East before the University exit would be seen, and a room is needed...
My reflection, dirty mirror
There’s no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need 'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?
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