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Anonymous commented at 2015-12-22 06:18:11 » #1869775
The world got a little bit darker that day. I put my daughter and son to sleep that night, in my usual drunken stupor. My wife was waiting for me to come to bed. I told her that I'd be there in an hour after my tv show. Of course, I lied, once again. There I sat, in my recliner in the black of the midnight livingroom. The room lit up with only the light of the television playing infomercials. The night was cold, but not as cold as how I felt the day I saw the picture. My heart kept skipping beats, and to numb the feeling of it, I would keep a bottle of Jack Daniels nearby. But no amount of whiskey flooding the glass in my hand, could ever out-flood the questions in my mind.
"The Cavalry's... the Cavalry is what? What is the cavalry? Why should I cheer for this cavalry? Why was this woman's sentence abruptly cut off? Is this a coverup? Did they intend for people like me to wonder about what this cavalry is going to do? Or how th-"
My heart finally halted- that or my feeling of my heart. I grabbed at my chest. The glass slid from my hand. It was all coming to me at that one blink of a moment. The answer was within my grasp to finally share, but only to surrender to the physical limits of what my body could handle. There would be more people like me. If only I could have found a way to edit the picture for public view at that moment.
Suddenly a feeling of ice all over my skin... blackened sight... with a sudden image flashed into my mind of that tight, yellow ass.
The world got a little bit darker that day.
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The world got a little bit darker that day. I put my daughter and son to sleep that night, in my usual drunken stupor. My wife was waiting for me to come to bed. I told her that I'd be there in an hour after my tv show. Of course, I lied, once again. There I sat, in my recliner in the black of the midnight livingroom. The room lit up with only the light of the television playing infomercials. The night was cold, but not as cold as how I felt the day I saw the picture. My heart kept skipping beats, and to numb the feeling of it, I would keep a bottle of Jack Daniels nearby. But no amount of whiskey flooding the glass in my hand, could ever out-flood the questions in my mind.
"The Cavalry's... the Cavalry is what? What is the cavalry? Why should I cheer for this cavalry? Why was this woman's sentence abruptly cut off? Is this a coverup? Did they intend for people like me to wonder about what this cavalry is going to do? Or how th-"
My heart finally halted- that or my feeling of my heart. I grabbed at my chest. The glass slid from my hand. It was all coming to me at that one blink of a moment. The answer was within my grasp to finally share, but only to surrender to the physical limits of what my body could handle. There would be more people like me. If only I could have found a way to edit the picture for public view at that moment.
Suddenly a feeling of ice all over my skin... blackened sight... with a sudden image flashed into my mind of that tight, yellow ass.
The world got a little bit darker that day.
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