Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Sunday, December 12, 2021
Before and After: My Brother
These images are of the same man. The earlier version, who is adjacent to a young woman, not pictured, is handsome and ostensibly well. Movie star good looks, and a breathtaking singing voice. Now, fast forward and add congentital mental illness, through absolutely no fault of his own, and congenital self-medication with alcohol and, well, the lower image says it all, especially when he installed a firearm into the already volatile mix. It's heartbreaking. Utterly sad. And there's not a thing anyone can do about it now. Whomever sold him the pistol should be whipped with it. Viciously.