notes/disclaimers
Splender
There's a lot of things I understand,
and there's a lot of things,
That I don't want to know.
But you're the only face, I recognize,
It's so damn sweet of you, to look me in the eyes.
It's all right, I'm O.K., I think God can explain,
I'm relieved, I'm relaxed, I'll get over it yet,
The scent of vaseline, in the summertime,
the feel of an ice cube, melting over time,
the world seems bigger than both of us,
yet it seems so small, when I begin to cry.
I'm so much better than you guessed,
I'm so much bigger than you guessed,
I'm so much brighter than you guessed.
I'm relieved, I'm relaxed,
I'll get off of your back,
I think God can explain.
From Ray's journal, if he ever felt brave enough to write down his
thoughts.
I have to choose. And I can't put it off anymore. There are so many
pros and cons and back and forth and I can't hardly even think
anymore. Left, right, up, down, stay, go. Is there really a
difference anymore? The only thing I know for sure is that I have to
pee.
I guess the logical thing would be to make a list. It's as good a way
as any.
Career. Definitely a plus. I do this and I am set.
Unless something goes wrong in which case- danger. Over there in the
minus column.
Which also includes leaving my family and friends and Fraser. F, F,
F, failing. MINUS.
But on the other hand, this could do a lot of good for a lot of
people. Fighting the bad guys and stopping crimes. +.
The two sides look pretty equal. I might as well be flipping a coin.
Heads I go, tails I stay.
Ha.
Minutes later, he was still looking at what he'd just written. Heads.
Tails. Maybe he should just do it, get it over with, and not look
back.
Heads. Tails.
He pulled out some loose change and flipped a quarter.
Heads.
Damn.
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