Lone Ranger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
(Part 4) It is finished

Submitted: June 30, 2020

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hullo. STILL HERE. I survived my lot (touch wood). it's been a fragmentary life. one of isolated events. not much continuity joining the dots. not married. no kids. who're the mother and father who once raised me . . . ? I ask bcos I honestly DO NOT KNOW. in the end - we all went our separate ways. they were there at the beginning. s'pose that's the main thing - doing all they could. a lasting relationship was never on the cards. they are but strangers. I am unsure as to whether they're alive or dead. BEST TO . . . (pause) . . . LET IT BE.

SO . . . (he thinks for the right words). my life's quiet. uncomplicated. BASIC. I don't have to consider many things (doesn't mean he's an inconsiderate person). good listener me. always thought that. people value their own BUSYNESS. most don't have time to listen. but to HEAR is a lost art form. anyway, I just do what I'm moved to do. and that ain't much. it gives an overall simplicity to the equation. the secret is to not change things. approach the whole world scene the only way you can - head-on but not at breakneck speed. after all, I entered into all my circumstances and have to face the karma I left behind (he pulls at his hair and shouts SONA BITCH). nobody escapes. along the way you collect quite a bit of debt. think of all those man-hours of strife! but that's what fundamentally shapes us - sometimes the irony OF IT ALL leaves you speechless. just think you getta much betta idea of how all the machinery works if you don't tamper with the levers. leave that to the scientist.

my goal is to write. and if I want to write I have to eat, drink and sleep. occasionally I will visit friends. don't bore your friends with your aspirations. talking about writing is like discussing religion or politics at a dinner party. the people I've lost in my life - those I really cared about - I will always love. maybe I will work them into my stories. some were sisters and brothers to me - surrogates. THANK YOU ALL. the few remaining friends're people I've literally grown up with. WE ACCEPT THE WAY IT IS (is there anything more to say? nah. he stops typing).

night night.


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