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barbara hamby
which when I tell Ian, he doesnt laugh because he is grown-up and serious now and not that eight-year-old boy who put the dribble glass with the others, and God knows its hard to keep that boy alive inside you, especially when you start counting misdemeanors committed against you not to mention the felonies, and by the time you realize how difficult it is to be a human being, emphasis on the word human, the people you blame are dead or are so old and broken-down theres no point in it, because theres something bigger going on, and yeah yeah yeah Im back to that old fight to the death between good and evil, and I remember Cathy telling me Tibetan Buddhists believe that things are a mess here on earth because the gods are involved in an even bigger Armageddon in heaven right now, so you can see how Hitler, Stalin, and Pol Pot were able to set up their camps and gulags and killing fields, but since I dont believe in the gods, I have to concentrate on my own little battlefield inside, so I pray to my Jesus night-light: O little plastic Lord of the crimson four-watt bulb, give me some X-ray glasses so I can see through the three-ply cashmere and Egyptian cotton shirts to the real person, not so much naked as covered with skin; O give me a Magic 8 Ball, so I might have some direction, even if its only Not now or Take a hike, because life will place real turds on the sidewalk as you stroll along looking up at the cloudless turquoise sky, and your shoes will smell even when you wash them off with the garden hose, because somewhere in this world men and women are having their hands severed for stealing a loaf of bread so their children wont starve, and rats are scurrying in sewers, so let me raise the dribble glass to my lips, drink deep, and count the overflow as a blessing, because more than anything I want to be in on the joke, even if the jokes on me.
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