July 20, 2006

  • Green Kangaroo

    Is it because I cause trouble that trouble follows me like a murderous shadow?

    Because I have been in the middle of things for a while now. Did you
    ever read that book: The One in the Middle is the Green Kangaroo?

    I don’t know what’s supposed to happen, Mickey. What am I supposed to
    do – be doing? I mean, I know what I’m here for, why I’m alive. Unlike
    most people, I already know the meaning of life. But what am I doing here???

    In the middle of things.

    Because I like to think we’re friends, Mickey. I mean, good friends.
    And I know you compare how people are in the midwest and how people are
    here, on the west coast, but I like to think you know me better, at
    least now, and that you know I hold you as a close friend, as a confidant, as a fellow mischief maker and crack addict.

    So I’ll tell you this right now, and it could be a whole lot of messy
    trouble, but don’t take it as such. I know I talk too much about how I
    feel, but I need to tell you that I don’t like being in the middle when
    it comes to you and Beau. You prolly don’t even see it seeing as how
    I’m all pets and giggles when you’re here, but when you’re not, which
    is most of the time, I’m in the middle.

    And what happens to things that are in the middle of opposite forces?
    They get squeezed into a tiny cube of metal and become an annoying
    piece of clutter, a paper weight on someone’s desk. Or else, they get
    torn apart, trying to hold on to both sides until cracks and fissures
    start beneath the veneer, beneath the flaw-fixing finish, and it seems
    like without warning, the porcelain cracks in two, or else a seemingly
    insignificant mote of dust causes it to shatter into a trillion pieces.

    Anyway, I just had to say that……