1. Friday, May 9, 2014

    and there’s a darkness on the edge of town 

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    as you know I’m no spring chicken. I’ve been around the block. I’ve seen a few things.

    I’ve been lucky enough to have been blessed with some very good things come my way. And like anyone, I’ve experienced bad times as well.

    I’ve done my best to be generous and spread the love as often as possible because why not. We are only here for a little while, why not be a good neighbor, a good friend, a sweet soul.

    The Lord has blessed each of us with special skillz and unique power-ups, my belief is we should use those for good, not evil.

    cocoEvery now and then misfortune may befall us or bad luck or drama, and in those times our character is tested and we can either panic and freak out and raise our fist to the sky and curse the fates or suck it up and press on.

    The other day something completely unexpected and terrible happened. I am reluctant to say I was victimized because the very last thing I ever want to suggest is I am not fully responsible for the things that happen in my life.

    For nearly 15 years I’ve written about my little life here and you’d be hard pressed to find too many stories where I said this person did me wrong – because that’s not how I look at things.

    But the other day I was done very wrong, by someone I trusted. By someone I loved. Someone I would have done anything for – and had!

    It was as close to having someone reach into my wallet and taking as much as they could as I’ve ever experienced. At the same time insulting me with every slur they could think of while taking a metaphorical ballpeen hammer and breaking my heart into pieces.

    It is shocking. And terrible. It left me in a sick daze.

    Some might experience such a thing and put up walls and vow never to trust anyone again because this came out of nowhere. There was no fight. There was no warning. It was all very very good and then suddenly extremely bad. Like a thief in the night.

    The weirdest part is I don’t know what they got out of it. If it was a drug fiend who stole my tv or record collection I’d think, oh well at least they got some drugs.

    Maybe there’s more here than I realize. Maybe they got something that I haven’t considered of value.

    In a strange way it reminds me of a maid I once had. I felt very guilty that this woman had to clean my house. So I paid her double what she charged the old woman in my building who used to poop on herself.

    One day I realized the maid had stolen my crappy ass digital camera. And I thought why steal that? In fact, why steal Anything, I’m paying her way more than the old lady and now she’s going to lose both of us?

    And I guess that’s why the good book tells us to just love each other. You never know what terrible demons are in ppls heads telling them to do the dumbest meanest nonsense to the people who only want the best for them.

    But like the who, I won’t get fooled again.

    I hope.