So, after a quick bite, I convinced Mike to watch IRREVERSIBLE, a movie that had crushed me the day before. He wanted to "know" so I hit play and the French film schooled him about all that is everyday. Animal. Harrowing. 9/11 in the loins. I watched as Mike's eyes made those "deer in headlights" look. I could usually laugh at such a look, especially because I called it. I knew it would come. It had happened to me. Only, I knew why his eyes were making that look and this time it wasn't from the spook of the living dead nor the savvy of karate. This look had a shield of tear covering it. The same shield covering my eyes.
We stopped the true crime horror and discussed. The kind of talk you can't help but speak in low tones. I guess funny allows for the higher octave? The squeak of jolly? Drama don't. Not this kind. Mike split to go hold his wife and son. I stared at a futon pillow. Dunno why my knee started up, but it did. A bone chip caused to float about my right patella from a softball accident last summer decided to punish me for making sorry plans this Saturday night. The fright faded into a long evening of making tornadoes from my blanket. Twists and turns couldn't fool that bone chip to hide. It had risen from the dead and pointed its finger at me.
