Friday, November 04, 2005

"My heart is broken 'cause my spirit's not free"

I'm going to see the recalcitrant brother. I don't know when, but it must be soon. I'd said that I was never going to go to Georgia to see him, because seeing him means seeing my nephew's family and I don't approve of their lifestyle. But, you know, they don't give a fuck that I don't approve of them being in the Klan. And no one is going to think that I'm running out to join the Klan if I end up at their house one evening. And I've got to see him, because, y'all, I'm so unhappy. I've been distracting myself from my unhappiness with all this cooter talk, but I'm at the end of things I can say about my vagina and I'm still miserable. The recalcitrant brother knows a lot about unhappiness. Unhappiness follows him around like a prison guard looking for any excuse to bring him to his knees. Yet, no matter how oppressive the unhappiness, the recalcitrant brother always has escapes. He'll look over at you, grin, and lead you out of it. And fuck me, I need someone to drive me out into the country and get me drunk on cheap beer while we argue over whether Judas Priest or Dio was a better shitty band and count constellations and laugh about stupid shit we did and are doing, and will, inevitably, do again. It's the kind of unhappiness that can only be cured by the presence of someone you don't know at all or the presence of someone you've known your whole life, and I'm not getting in cars with strangers.

6 Comments:

Blogger HUCK said...

Well, if you ever need a quick fix of shitty Dio and Priest, cheap beer, and country sky constellations, you know how to find me.

11/04/2005 11:58:00 AM  
Blogger Kleinheider said...

Chin up and shoulder back, young B. Everything will be okay.

I am glad that you're out of cooter talk, if that's any consolation :)

11/04/2005 01:14:00 PM  
Blogger Short and Fat said...

I suppose, when visiting a Klan house, that the sheets are always clean.

I'm Mr. Bright Side.

11/04/2005 01:51:00 PM  
Blogger Yankee T said...

Short and Fat is a glass-half-full kinda guy!
Make the best of it. Sorry about the white sheet club.

11/04/2005 02:16:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Huck--you sweetie. I don't think you count as a stranger anymore though. Still, you do have some awesome Sabbath...

Kleinheider--When you call me young B., I'm tempted to call you Hova.

S&F--Always the optimist, I see.

YT--It's unfortunate, to put it mildly, but I need to spend some time with the brother, for the good of my soul, and so sacrifices will have to be made.

11/04/2005 02:29:00 PM  
Blogger rugdesigner said...

I know there are times when brothers are required. I've got one, so I understand. If you're ever in a pinch, though, I'm free anytime. We haven't talked enough. You can count me as a stranger even though we've met or a life-long friend because I'll take you just the way you are.

11/04/2005 04:15:00 PM  

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