The funny thing

[plural]

about legends

is that they take on a life of their own

even with my extended exile
my continued absence from civilization

my legend continues

not only to exist but to grow

I meant to post about this
long ago
but the words failed me

when I was in seattle
this past december

I was reacquainted with mine own legend

it was a peculiar experience

in many different ways

from the girl I went to high school with
who finally, having the security of a long term relationship
found the nerve to admit a long held crush

to the man I'd never met
a large and fairly burly fellow
of the sort I'd prefer not to meet in a dark alley
were I given the choice

whose ass I'd apparently kicked
a few years back
and ever since been fast friends with

it could be true
perhaps I was unusually drunk
but I doubt it

someone recently said to me
"I do not understand you"

and my dears
let me assist you here

if you want to understand me
assume the worst of me
always
and I shall never dissapoint you

I see people
from time to time
whose lives are blessedly black and white
a simple choice between right and wrong

such is not my life

my choices are simple

between the right that is wrong
and the wrong that is right

and yet
you can be assured
I will always choose the wrong one

I am
regardless of stature or ability
a man

fallable in every way

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oh, and um...

*twitch*

disappoint.

(sorry, you know how I am)