Hello everyone, everywhere,
You know, I’ve been talking to myself a lot more these last few years. It is at the point where, when I’m out amongst real people, there’s not much to say because there’s really no one to say it to. I accept blame for some of it and that’s the bulk of tonight’s tale.
And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest.
THE LEPER IN THE BLUE PINSTRIPE SUIT
He goes downtown, strutting his stuff. Been strutting since he was thirteen because by then you are starting to build your future grown-up life skills.
He, being poor and covered in zits, immediately learns that he has to change his game. You see, when you are one of the smaller people then you get pushed and tripped and chased and laughed at. So he devises a plan. He stops being so funny. And then he stops getting pushed so much.
Time goes by. He has it all. Beautiful wife, home, and really good friends. And then years later, body and brain fueled by alcohol and pills, he is in a horrific accident after having a breakdown. Wife gone, home gone, in the hospital dying, and he doesn’t hear once from his really good friends (or his really good wife). He’s gone then a few days later is back.
So many years and faces later he settles in with what he was dealt. Though the lesson is learned, he wonders why he can still turn the girls’ heads, and get a smile, even interest once in a while. But once they find out, excuses and pity are the call of the day. It doesn’t matter much to him anymore. Since he is a man of class and honour, he now knows that no matter what, he is forever a leper in a blue pinstripe suit.
(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)