My Mr. Wendal
I hate the nighttime. I fucking hate the nighttime. Too much quiet. Too much darkness. To much time to think. I’m tired of thinking. Fuck thinking.
Tonight, the moon was out and it seemed like a good night to go for a walk. It seemed like a good night to go walking when it was too cold, too dark and too late to run into anyone. A perfect night to go out for a walk.
The steps on the sidewalk sound different when it’s cold. The leather soles seem to stay less time on the ground as they step away from the cold. With the wind blowing in your uncovered ears, you suddenly begin to walk to the beat of whatever song is playing in your mind. The Ramones, for some reason, are in my mind. I do, however, want to be sedated.
“Brotha’ man. You got a dollar?”
Brother man. I have, for some odd reason, always wanted to be called “brotha’ man.” I saw the gentleman trying to escape the wind in a doorway of a boarded up house. Brother man. I think it was that Arrested Development song from a long time ago.
I gave him a twenty.
“Damn son. A twenty? I was gonna say “penny for thoughts”, but I ain’t got the time.”
I chuckled. I did.
No worries mi amigo. Buy something warm. I wish I had more, but that is all I have.
I show him my empty wallet.
“Don’t be taking out your wallet boy! You some kind of fool?”
Yes. The best kind.
“Boy the moon is out tonight! You best be careful.”
Yes sir. It’s time I go home. God bless you.
I haven’t asked God to bless anyone in a long time, but it just came out of my mouth. Strange.
“Thank you brother. Remember, life is gonna happen no matter what you want. It just gonna happen. No sense in fightin’ it. Just let it happen and try to smile as much as you can. Ain’t all dark corners out there.”
This coming from a man who was now escaping the wind in a doorway. Ain’t all dark corners out there…