WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE I AM
i noticed a man that was incredibly distinctive to my life while i was at work one day. who knew i would see him again at the same place after he rescued me on someone else’s orders, just a mere 2 months ago.
he’s known to others as “officer something something” but to me, he’s known as “victor”. as a man of authority, you’d expect him to be frightening and commandeering, especially with that hulking build of his; you’d actually think he was a drill sergeant. instead, we share a love for old hollywood films and jazz music and he was the most gentle of men i’ve ever met. he’s a loving father and a man dedicated to the lives of others, keeping them from destroying things, other people, and especially their own selves. as reluctant and unwilling as i ever could be, he convinced me to endure the worst and that was one of most important conversations of my life.
"hey what are you doing right now?"
“i just got home from work, what’s up?”
“wanna chill for a bit and smoke some cigarettes?”
it was 2 am and this was usual until he very hard and completely unexpectedly, he hit me with the truth about who really called victor 2 months ago.
let’s call him bob. bob is a great friend of mine and i’ve known him since i was 8. it was only recently i’ve known him to become my guardian angel and on this particular night, the person who saved my life, to which i gave credit to where it wasn’t rightfully due. with the best reasoning behind it, it was the sweetest lie i’ve ever been told.
i didn’t cross paths with victor that night i saw him the second time. i didn’t need to because once i saw him, i felt prepared for something. that something ended up being the truth.
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James Dean and Julie Harris in ‘East of Eden’, 1955.
47th Street, New York City, 1957. Photo by André Robé
Dancing in the street, 1950s.
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