You have to know how it all ends, before you begin. Then like a seamstress you put together all of the pieces in an order in which you see fit and you begin to stitch. Slowly you start to bring life in to your creation, and upon the final suture you begin to see the art…
In the end we are all sorry about something, sometimes that sorrow comes unexpectedly. The weekend started off with a bang. Midday I was sent a text message by an unfamiliar number, inviting me to attend a St. Patrick’s Day party. After figuring out who the number belonged to I gave it some thought. I have not been out very much as of late, so why the hell not? It was the beginning of the most doomed weekend of my life.
The drinking had started from the moment I had got off work. I threw three (3) ice cubes in to the glass, cracked open a bottle of Coruba and I filled the glass two-thirds of the way, topping it off with a spot of Coke. This continued till the ten o’ clock hour rolled around, at which point I grabbed a bottle of rum, a 6-pack of Coke and headed over to the aforementioned party. As I ascended the steps to the apartment I was greeted by a slew of familiar, friendly faces. I took a break from my journey upwards, poured myself a drink and talked while I smoked a clove (In case you are wondering, I had brought a drink with me, so I just refreshed it – this was a horrible habit that I picked up from Fox). By the time I made it to the top of the steps, my bottle of Jamaican rum was spent and it was only a matter of time until I was to follow suit.
I woke up Saturday morning in an unfamiliar bed, I searched for my glasses, and then I grabbed my hoodie and car keys and set out for some breakfast. I dreadfully needed to replenish my body with something of substance. On my way to Blue Plate Diner I decided to stop off at Serp’s house to invite him along. He agreed, but he had to get ready first. While I was waiting for him to jump in the shower I helped myself to a glass of Kettle One, and it’s sad... because I am just now starting to realize that I have become an alcoholic. But that horrible thought passes on my second glass. Serp is now ready to go and I am well past tipsy, I picked my keys up from his coffee table, unlocked my car and we set off for breakfast. Just as I was nearing 21st and 11th I reached in to the glove box to grab my CD’s, the key to driving drunk I always thought was the right music. I remember thumbing threw my selection, looking for one particular mix that I had put together when out of nowhere a person on a bike entered my path. I smashed my foot in to the break peddle as hard as I could but it was of no use, I was too late. There was an awful noise as the bike shot underneath my Durango and the cyclist tour across my hood, making their final stop directly in to our laps by way of my windshield. All of it happened so quick that it took me a minute to realize that the blood that covered the cab of my vehicle was not ours.
I looked down and right then I knew just how hideous the whole situation was. Her skin was fare and her cheeks had a rosy hue, my eyes locked on hers and I felt my stomach drop as I looked in to her eyes. Her bloody hand reached up for my arm and I placed my hand around her face. It will be alright I tried to convince her, listen – I hear the sirens in the background, everything is going to be alright, just please hole on. But the look on her face told a different story, and at that moment we both knew this was the end of the road and it’s all because of my stupidity. Her eyes started to roll back and the tears began to flow from my eyes. What have I done ...what have I done? Her grasp tightened and she whispered; I know what you have done... I was in shock to hear her say this, had I been talking out loud this whole time? How did she know what I was thinking, but then her words explained everything. In her final whisper she said, you have just been toying with the art of storytelling – and her eyes closed.
******It has been a good weekend, I did end up drinking a bit too much on St. Patrick’s Day but I drove nowhere drunk, in fact a good friend took care of both me and my vehicle. Other than that I hung out with good people, snapped a few photos and worked on my house. The photo shoots have ramped up and when we are finally ready to roll out the new site, there will be some interesting new projects and changes, but enough teasing – it’ll be live soon. Until then feel free to scope out
this week’s digiCam project which is not work safe, also if I get some free time I will try to get a steady stream of the old content restored since I was able to successfully recover a couple of hard drives. Well that’s it from me, it’s about 3am and I need to try to get sleep. I have not really been on a computer much this week so I am quite behind on e-mails; I will get those answered soon. Until next time, embrace what you love and think of nothing else.
03-20-2006, 11:17 AM
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