"After the heart break " 100 Love Letters I'll Never Send part 5 (Inside Your Shadow) (c) 2022-2023
He pulled over at
the state line rest stop, wanting to hide. Wanting to hide. Wanting to take a
break from life for a while. All he could do was cry. “Well son, you ain’t
drunk are you?” He watched his tears fall onto the seal of Solomon coin.
“Damnit Damnit Damnit.” “That’s a lot of damns, son.” He laughed. Then he lit a
cigarette. Took a long pull. “I’ve dedicated my whole life to her.” “Bullshit.
You ain’t seen her in twenty years. You know what to do I’ve heard you say it
in meetings. You know. Like that Neil Young song. ‘I am but a dreamer, and you
are just a dream. You could have been anyone to me.’” Why didn’t you try to
stop?” “I did. But you just had to find out for yourself. What’s the song say?”
“’I am but a dreamer, and you are just a dream. You could have been anyone to
me.’” “That’s right son. “Now get your ass to a meeting.”
He kept crying and crying. Had
been driving for about four hours now. Was listening to the drive back home
CDs. “She was supposed to be with me now! God I just don’t understand. Why can
everybody else have love but me?” He cried as he thought about all the times he
had been rejected in his life. Then he remembered what he heard, “We relied too
much on others to make us happy.” He wanted his thoughts to stop. Few minutes
later his gas gauge light was blinking. He also remembered, “Be still. That’s
when the LohRd will speak to you.” He turned on exit 62. “Don’t take yourself
so seriously.” First thing he noticed was a car that looked just like the car
she used to drive twenty years ago. Also on the car’s bumper there was a
sticker that read ‘Friend of Bill W.’ “I’ll never love anyone ever again.
Jesus,” and he wondered in a pause of thinking if he intended on saying the
Lord’s name in vain or was he asking for help. He was paralyzed by his
overwhelming emotions, “Be still. Be still,” he muttered. He remembered saying,
“I’ll never love anyone ever again.”-he then wondered if he really knew what he
meant when he said that; with those nights. It was so long ago. Almost seemed
like, “No it was another lifetime ago.” When he lived in that garage apartment
surrounded by Alcoholics Anonymous literature left by the former tenant. Didn’t
want to face his own manufactured self-inflicted pain-the way he reacted.
Drinking to forget. His anthem was any song about heartbreak. His favorites
were on Bob Dylan’s album Blonde on Blonde. Especially, the songs “Sad
Eyed Lady of The Lowlands” and “Sooner Or Later One of Us Must Know”
personalized statements from Bob “I didn’t mean to treat you so bad. You just
happened to be there that’s all.”
He lit a Marlboro Red thinking
about it all from years ago. It was an overcast day, as he was sitting in her
car with her. It was a 1989 tan Toyota Corolla. She turned the cassette player
off and stubbed her Marlboro Red in the full ashtray. He’d later recall. “It
looked like a bunch of bones in a pile of ash. He pulled slow on his 32-ounce
Budweiser. “I got to go with my mom to Missouri.” He remembered so vividly he
could smell it all now: her perfume and the strong cigarette and weed smoke. He
turned his head. Waited on her to turn her head. When she did, “You ain’t gotta
move. I’ll take care of you.”
“Boy, you better be sure. It’s a
big world out there,” his father told him. His father a ash gray suit, neatly
trimmed beard. Had papers scattered on his desk. Papers that were contracts to
clients. Papers that were different stocks on the Wall Market. Papers of
insurance contracts. Papers that granted different accounts and deductibles
measuring different health factors. Examples were “People with bad dental
hygiene can be more susceptible to dementia.”
“Yea dad, I’m quitting college,”
he proclaimed to his father.
Now he thinks, “Beyond space and
time.” He looked at the coin, looked at the car and smiled realizing that he
could finally let her go. Then he looked at the gas gauge on E.
”Running on empty.”
Then he remembered being in that
bathroom in that two hundred dollars a month rental with one den, a kitchen,
and one bedroom. One of the many places that he insisted they move into. He
didn’t have a job. He remembered squeezing the sponge. He was so tenderly
cleaning her back, “You think we’ll stay together?”
Why did i…
He remembered the look she gave
him. So heartbroken.
A police car with lights on pulled
into the parking lot. He was frightened until a few seconds later. The officer
was scorning a homeless man. It was enough to interrupt his thoughts. He got
out of his car. He went into the gas station saying to himself, “I’m not going
to look for her.”
Inside he saw the big pictures of
beer advertisements: The Loving Couple doing couple things. “Cheers”
advertisement of the beach scenes, hot chicks hitting the volleyball. The model
type Ken and Barbie having good times at the beach. He noticed the big face of
a red bulldog. He used to enjoy Red Dog beer. Inside the beer caps there’d be a
saying like “Follow the dog.” He thought about “The Fool” tarot card: the
traveler about to step off of a cliff with the dog barking at him-yea she
taught him that too.
“How did I get here?” he asked
himself, standing in front of the beer cooler. He immediately walked to the
cashier “…and fate. It had to be,” Bob Dylan. “Oh but fate is another matter.
Drugs and revelation took all the people around you,” is what he thought Chris
Robinson was telling him with the song Sometimes Salva-tion, “Cuzz sometimes
salvation is in the eye of the storm,” by the Black Crows.
“Can I help you,” the cashier he
noticed was the same age he was when he was trying to get rid of the break up
feeling by drinking and drugging. Yea, Bob Dylan’s Blonde on Blonde
album was made for him. Blonde on Blonde for $9.99 in a small stand by
the cash register. The same cost as a descent buzz-another time he could die
emotionally and spiritually.
“Fourteen in gas, and this CD.”
Ten minutes later, the tears came
again, “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” He looks at the road ahead. Looks at the cd.
Looks at the road ahead. Looks at the cd. Looks at the sign, “Missouri The Show
Me State,” then he realizes he was driving the wrong way. He took an exit,
removed the cellophane from the CD. Drives, makes a U turn with Dylan’s “Sad
Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands.” More tears dropping on the coin. He picks the coin
up squeezes it tight. Feeling the coin press into the flesh of his palm. He
remembered another one of the two many, “Or not enough?” of the I’ll always
love you, but I never want to see you again. That one was a convenient
substitute for him to get over the previous I’ll always love you, but I never
want to see you again. He remembered how he’d be talking about how the last one
hurt him. The substitute would always tell him, “Well, I think it’s those past
relationships that get you prepared for true love.”
Then he pressed the button for the
driver’s window. Threw the seal of Solomon coin out of the window Then he
pressed the eject button of the car CD player, but the CD would not eject. Blonde
on Blonde kept playing. It was stuck,
“LOVE SONGS AIN’T NO FRIEND OF MINE.”
“Ain’t it just like the night to
play tricks when you’re trying to be so quiet,” Dylan sang, as he mumbled to
himself, “How did night come so quickly,” he mumbled. He had hours to go. As he
contemplated throwing away all of the CDs that he made for the trip.
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