On The Road Less Traveled
Triumph And Loss In A Life Lived Less Ordinary
- May 3, 2010, 2:50 pm |
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I felt guilty lying there in bed next to her. I also felt sick - my stomach filling with air. When she touched me I tried to fantasize that it was Maryann, Ginger, Farrah, even Joan Jett. That didn't work so 'nothing' worked. I told her it was because of the long drive - road weariness - and it had nothing to do with her.
It had nothing to do with the fact that she was fat. I'm fat. But she smelled of gear lube with a hint of sour milk. I smelled like hotel soap. It didn't help that her night gown was snagging on the scabs on her legs, how it sometimes sounded like cards being shuffled when she moved on the bed next to me. And then her leg sliding over mine, like a Christmas tree being drug across my stiff, bare legs and limp . . .
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The story ends like this, which is great, but getting there was not half the fun. |
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If you had followed me since my teens, you would see my religion teach me, three days a week, that sin was bad and I was bad, and the world as I knew it would be gone before I graduated from High School.
Neurotic? Of course, especially after I broke loose and learned the bright happiness of a few sins.
But you know what? I also found success in a lot of places. I was a successful grill man, car salesman, wood burning teacher, mechanic, poet, feature writer, sports editor, computer consultant, and self-employed writer and software engineer. (I am leaving out about 20 other jobs I was a success at.) I was fired once - because of a padded toilet seat incident when I worked at K-Mart.
I am the guy who doesn't want to get noticed - cringes when the waitresses get together to prepare a 'happy birthday' song, hoping that my friends didn't set me up, or that the singers go to the wrong table (my table). However, I keep landing on the bullseye the very moment the arrow is shot. Enjoy how many times I can dodge the arrow, and how many times I get shot in the arse! Enjoy my discomfort as I stand naked before you. I know, I know. It is a metaphor.
As for the girl with the snagging nightgown? I can't be trusted. I did her, then left her after she fell asleep. She called me a few days later to say she would let me in her mouth if I became a vegetarian.
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