Monday, January 6, 2020

     Here I am -- a half mile from the Wal-Marts in Arkansas....Yep, Arkansas. It's not exactly the big city and the bright lights that I'd yearned for as a kid. I tried that for awhile.
     Granted, it was a half mile away from everything I had been taught about life, and I barely spoke the language, but I learned the impersonality ( Yes, I make up words. It's easier, and you know what I mean) of a big city: the unaccountability, the anonymity, the apathy, the cruelty, the blind seeing-eyes, and the deaf hearing-ears -- and the beautiful bodies that rose up under the sheets and left the next morning -- NEVER to be seen again...... I didn't like it. No one would have cared if I had lived or died in Barcelona.
     No, I don't like nosey, but I grew up with nosey. I knew how to deal with nosey. Mannford was nosey, but caressing nosey: the kind of nosey that you know someone cares more about YOU than they care about putting it on the grapevine, but they'll still put it on the grapevine. NOTICE: GRAPEVINES ARE A NECESSARY PART OF LIFE. GOOD OR BAD. Nosey is MUCH better than apathy.