I once met a model, who became a friend of mine, you know
the kind of friend the one that shows up with coffee at 10:00 in the morning,
to the point when five minutes late, makes a start of worry. The kind friend
that knows you, and you them, the kind of friend you honor with time, and they
you for a value of who you are.
She had this thing as most kids do that of falling in love
with a bad guy type, then wonder why with me that she did not feel important,
of coarse this lead to the deletions of few fellows, to which added another
thrill. Until the pick became the one for a sure.
I herd nothingness that plus happiness and bliss, Then came
a morning when things got messed up, not sure if it was I or her, somehow
coffee came at 7:00 am, to my shock was the bruises of coarse, which were
played off as out of hand sex. Well we all know the story from there….some…of
it.
Well time does play on ones friends what was once daily,
became weekly, became sometimes, most times with questions about romance about love. Once I was even asked how important was the
gym to a man in love, ah that is it, you see that is what friends are for, to
see and be with when you can, to talk about things you never had, to dream
about the things you could change.
5:00 am one day I got that call, I was needed to go to a
scene of the crime, there she was covered in a police mans Jacket cuffs upon
her hands, she had kicked out the last fling and in his drunken disorder, he
and a pal decided that it was her place they were going to play, without a
knock did they enter and flipped on the light, right then did the surprise of a
120 lbs Angel of vengeance, with but undies on, boxed their buts all the way
out to the side walk, then again and again until the cops came.
The mug shots of the intruders were priceless to her, even
knowing she was no saint, her past presented to her the many, many calls, the
place she once lived had had enough, to the street with three days notice,
while she waited for a trail, her parents in the solemn wisdom proceeded in
behalf of her kids, claiming issue with the two fathers as well as her, while
she waited a trail..
Months later a coffee did come with a notice of the last
one, at least for a while it would seem, that trail never did come, they
decided the shame she delivered was enough and well probation and classes was
just enough. She was off to travel to find a something new, homeless, kidless,
but with pride in her eyes, a look different about her, a knowledge seen in her
stature, a good friend should you meet her, an Angle of hell should you try and
beat her.
I did wish her well, and I wait either call or coffee, I
wait my friend.
Some times the price of being a hero isn’t noticed.
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