Vertago

ME or You?

Oh, that is the story of me.
My many encounters with failure and humility
have taught me that I usually lose...to you.
I met a Derek London in the summer of 77.
His parents were wealthy. His mom looked like
Marry Tyler Moore. I wanted her....She sunbathed
topless in their backyard. Their were a lot of bare
breasted women in Cambridge, Mass. The reasoning
went as such : men can go topless, why can't women?
That's okay with me.

Derek was a "color boy" as my mom would say.
He is of Ethiopian heritage. Derek beat me at basketball
and running and girls... But, not chess!
Derek's mother would get very colored sunbathing.
Normally, she was coco.. with wavy hair like
Mary Tyler Moore. Derek had a closely trimmed afro.
I noticed these things. I'm very visual.
Derek had been born without ears. He had reconstructed
ears from his butt.. I called him "Butt Head."
He called me "Casper."

Well, Derek was an atheist.
His parents were "Humanists."
They wanted Derek to decide what he thought was true.
At the time I thought atheists were Devil worshipers.
My dad had explained this to me~ "Atheist have no morals and follow Satan the ruler of this world."
"Was Socrates a Satanist?" I queried.
"No. He was a pagan." dad answered flatly.
Dad was an English teacher and taught Latin.
I was forced to attend Latin Mass. I'm not fluent
in Latin.

Did Jesus speak Arabmaic? Oy!

I would have debates with Derek over the existence
of God and Jesus. Derek had facts like, "What is real
is not imaginary!"
And I'd go on about cause and effect and ogal Derek's
mom, who smelled like cookies. Derek would punch me.
I think he won that debate..

I don't know what became of Derek.
He wanted to be a surgeon .. Andy told me Derek
was dead from a heart attack. But, Andy is not
reliable. He likes to drink a lot.

Well, did we learn something?
Maybe, maybe not.

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