From JLBasilentmovieblogspot.com: Jun. 12, 2008.
Now, I know you came here for me to tell you a story, but don’t forget that I’ll draw your blood just as fast as I’ll draw mind—yer not too careful. So with that being said, you can relax and I’ll get straight to the point. But darling, I know you've got a cigarette for me right there in that little pocket a'yours, don’t you? Thank you kindly sweetheart; you really shun't smoke these things.I don’t usually, but you’re treading on some bad memories here. Let me set the record straight first, I don’t know nothing about no skeletons in that basement of his—I don’t know nothing, but I can tell you what it was like to know him for 25 years come to find he might’ve been over there murdering them galfriends o' his and I-don't-know-who else.
I know that I already told you that the son of a bitch had a way with words, I just can’t say it no better or enough. He’d have a way of puttin’ it—well, he could tell you just about anything and make you believe it. If he really did murder them people, it's not no news to me when you say that he might just get away with it after all-- shoot.
No, a'course I’m not saying that he should—that son of a bitch, I’m not saying that. I’m not even saying that he did it. We both know that I couldn’t be the judge of that anyway because we was havin that affair or whatever you call it, but I want yer record to reflect that I knew the son of a bitch for 15 years before I even almost saw a hint of a bad side in him, I still don’t think he did it and I'll tell my mama and fuck.
Now you listen to me, you can tell me what you got to say at the end—remember, you come here to hear my story so I’m going to tell it and I don’t need no input, you understand? Well, alright then that’s settled. Sweetheart, I’ll tell you that it aint no joke when I say that man helped every homeless man and harmed no flies— didn’t do so bad with life neither. Maybe there is some karma in the thing after all.So like I said, I had known him for about 15 years— only been married for ten – so a’course when he asked me if I wanted to go ahead and cheat on his wife with him it only took me some very little thought to oblige. Make sure you get it clear though because I saw that darkside in him, it was between them words and that charm of his, that day was the first time I ever saw it. I almost thought I heard a couple a people talking about it before, I couldn't tell you about it though. He built it up for 15 years and slid into my comfort zone just like he slid in between my legs. I don’t know whether to call the sum’bitch a psychopath or not, but I’ll tell you what, that man’s got that way with words that just convinces people to do things, and I mean it too. I need a lighter.
You couldn’t tell that he was deceptive from a tootsie-roll in a tub with shit. We was on my front porch sittin on the wooden swing over off to the side when he proposed the thing— love affair—or whatever you gonna call it. Now ordinarily, accourse I’d decline such an offer for a thing. I mean, the man had had been married for 10 years, I’d known him for 15, still that aint no reason for me to go breaking-things-up now is it? What’s that darling? You gotta speak up I can't hear you. I’ll tell you why, hold yer hosses, patience is a virtue and this is my story. Now put that pen down, I got a tape recorder for ya and the story hasn’t even started yet.
Cut-out all that backtalk now, you hear? But to answer yer question, at first I thought that he might've just wanted a little excitement in his life. He is a man after all, it’d been fifteen years so by then I had done everything short of giving up hope on the thought o’ him. I might'a thought maybe his missus wasn’t given him none back home is all, come to find the son of a bitch might’ve just wanted to raise some hell or explore that dark side o' his. I can’t tell you that I would’ve cared either-way though. You know he did so much that I wouldn't be surprised if he did do what they think he did, I wouldn't be surprised if he got away with it too.What I saw in that man when I was with him has done more to me than just corrupt my morals.. an that wasn’t until after the sex; I’ll be a goddamned fool. Be a sweetheart doll and pass me the ash tray on top of that book right there. .. What you say, about this smoking? Yeah, I guess he’s killing me like that too.
Mind you we was on the swing now, and at this point never in my life had I slept with that man; you might wonder why and that’s okay because that’s for you to wonder. The sun was settling-in for the night; we was swinging all-slow and sippin on lemon sun tea—there aint nobody smoking. As matter of factly as if to ask me for a glass of wine, he looks at me, lookin at the sun settin and asks if I wanted to “be engaged in a secret” with him. Before I got to think think about what he meant, he went right ahead and suggested that “we have an affair on the 22th of every month and also counting-up calendar days, so we could get together every random 16th day too?”
In that moment, I had no words. That man had the devil’s charm and he used it on me just like anybody and everybody else. I didn't answer him and we just swang and watched the sun set together for a while. When I finally asked him when he might feel like starting somethin like that—he asked me to fetch him a glass of wine, which I did. ...
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