“Hang my head, drown my fear; ’til you all just disappear…”
“I won a bet with myself.”
She looks up at me, more than just physically, as she says it with a smile.
I pause for the briefest moment – from drinking enough Jim Beam Devil’s Cut to kill a buffalo and smoking enough Marlboro No. 27’s to give me cancer by Halloween – to raise an eyebrow.
My wordless method of asking her what she means.
She continues:
“I bet myself that you would be made the leader of the group.
Especially when they split us all up by gender.”
I smirk™.
See, she bought us tickets to one of those “murder mystery dinners”.
And, when the time came to solve the crime, they separated us.
Even though this 20–something red–head had made me a birthday cake and given me more blow–jobs than a sane man could handle:
I was still surprised by her faith in me.
Truth be told:
I’ve been hiding a long time.
Having lost a fiancé, best friend, career, mother and beloved grandmother and squandered a small fortune on whiskey and cigarettes in an extended suicide attempt over the past few years:
I just wanted to be left alone.
I went on this trip to simply lose myself.
Ride the wave.
Be a nameless member of a group.
Simply to ease myself into being social again.
I’m overweight.
Not the best looking guy present.
Easily the worst dressed, as all the men present are in shirts and ties and [due to miscommunication] I’m not.
Yet, I’m made the spokesman/chairman/leader of the group.
As they say:
Man plans; God laughs.
Regardless, I take the role.
For whatever reason:
It always seems to fall to me.
Whether I want it or not.
I’ve worn crowns enough to know:
I never rest easy wearing them.
Now that I think on it:
Maybe that’s why I frequently end up with them.
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August 28, 2013 at 5:26 am
You alright ace?
August 28, 2013 at 8:55 am
I think he’s saying that he’s getting better.
August 29, 2013 at 8:40 pm
You nailed it, Tempest.
September 1, 2013 at 12:19 pm
I had a period in my life like that a while back. We hid from the world for about two years.
September 1, 2013 at 9:49 pm
Glad I’m not the only one.
Though, I’m not pleased you’ve had to suffer.
August 29, 2013 at 8:39 pm
I am, thanks, LL.
August 30, 2013 at 4:32 am
Glad to hear it. And that you’re getting better on top of that. Something in this post had a sadness to it that often you balance with an underlying stoic element to your writing, that somehow was absent here. Maybe I just missed it.
Long live the king.
September 1, 2013 at 9:34 pm
Many thanks, LL.
And I’m both honored and complimented by your closing line.
Again, my sincerest gratitude.
August 28, 2013 at 8:56 am
Recent story…or one in the past?
August 29, 2013 at 8:41 pm
Just happened this past Saturday, Earl.
August 28, 2013 at 10:04 am
The man who considers himself least deserving or desiring of the crown is often well suited for the job.
August 29, 2013 at 8:49 pm
Wald, other men have said something similar.
I can’t recall the exact quote but it’s along the lines of:
The man you have to drag kicking and screaming to leadership is likely the most deserving of it.
August 30, 2013 at 7:43 am
“Whoever exalts himself shall be humbled; and whoever humbles himself shall be exalted.”
September 1, 2013 at 9:36 pm
Well played, Earl.
August 28, 2013 at 10:59 am
Great taste in tunes, also in alcohol… wish I had found your blog sooner.
Devil’s Cut FTW.
August 29, 2013 at 8:49 pm
Thanks, Sean.
And no worries about finding the blog so late:
You’re here now.
That’s what matters.
August 28, 2013 at 12:01 pm
Here’s the thing.
Sometimes a guy needs to go inside himself, to “get back to himself”. Yet when we’re in public, we are often called to give of ourselves, to step out of our comfort zones. And we don’t like it, particularly when we know that inside and not outside is where we need to be.
When introverts like Ace love, they love deeply. With their whole entire hearts. They hold back nothing. The lover of an introverted, thoughtful man sees everything he is and has: Love, lust, fucking, exhilaration, rage, fear, pain, despair. He can make love. He can fuck. He can do both, or neither.
And when he hates, he hates deeply.
That’s why he goes inside.
August 29, 2013 at 8:51 pm
Well said, Deti.
Very well said.
August 28, 2013 at 6:15 pm
What Sean and Deti said. Quality post. It gets poetic at the end.
August 29, 2013 at 8:51 pm
Many thanks, Buck.
August 29, 2013 at 2:08 pm
I never rest easy wearing them.
I read this and thought, that’s exactly why you end up with the crown . . . only then to read your last lines. I am glad you see this, because it’s important.
I’m sorry for your losses, Ace.
August 29, 2013 at 8:53 pm
Your sympathy is greatly appreciated.
As is your observation, Stingray.
Thank you.
August 30, 2013 at 7:44 am
I found some cherry mash whiskey made by Jeremiah Weed.
Pretty tasty stuff. It’s good to take the edge off the crown of thorns.
September 1, 2013 at 9:36 pm
Nice.
October 12, 2013 at 12:53 am
I’m usually a lurker on ‘sphere pages. But I have to say. Your brand of quiet melancholy is something I recognized right away. The words of someone who stared into the abyss. Thanks man.
October 13, 2013 at 1:22 am
Comments like yours make it a pleasure, Chris.
You’re quite welcome.