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Choose Your Own Adventure
Things have been running a little tight in the Finn household the last few days. A bunch of bad news and old memories has left the whole Finn family in a generalized malaise that seems to be affecting my creative processes. So, instead of my usual tales of drunkenness and loutish exploits, I ask you, the readers, for assistance. I was able to start several stories, each more thrilling than the last. But, after having written myself into a corner in all of them, I couldn’t finish what I’d started.
Here’s what I’ll propose instead. I’ll give you the set ups, you tell me how it ended. You can finish the entire story in your own unique fashion, or you can just give me the ending. You can wax poetic about the beauty of the rising sun on a summer morn, or just say that she lied about being pregnant. Anything you want, any direction you want to go. So here, in no particular order, are the best of what I was able to start….
--- As a kid, having a back yard was the best toy you could hope for. It was a place you could run for days, at least until the sun went down and you heard your mom calling for you. A place you could roll in the grass and watch the stars come out. Maybe you had a tire swing, maybe not. What mattered was that you had room to explore and be a kid and do stupid things.
--- In case you can’t tell by now, I used to spend a lot of time in bars. And by a lot of time, what I mean is most of my waking hours if I wasn’t at work. It wasn’t a necessarily healthy thing, but more good times were had than bad. As a matter of fact, this one time….
--- There’s few things worse than waking up after having your ass handed to you. Blinking, trying to see through the swollen eye. Checking the swelling on your knuckles and the bruises on your torso. Staring at yourself in the mirror, making sure that all the bones are where they were when you went out for the night. Testing the knees and elbows and wondering where that long ass scrape came from that’s currently running down your side. Oh yeah… I went out last night.
--- It’s four a.m. and “Strobe Light” by the B-52’s is blaring from my headphones as I dance around in my back yard. Spinning and waving my arms about like some drunken maniac. The concrete feels a little rough on my bare feet and the air is too cool for even my tastes, but she insisted. Who am I to say no to her ?
--- What is it about certain songs that make you want run naked through department stores and scream obscenities at any passer by ? The ones that make you feel like you could only sing them through gritted teeth and while on fire, because that’s the only impetus that could make you sing a sentence like “I’m bringing sexy back, Them other fuckers don’t know how to act” with a straight face.
So, that’s what I was able to come up with. They're not the best beginnings to anything I've ever written, nor are they the worst. But for some reason, they just wouldn't go anywhere. How about it ? Where do you think they go ?