Sunday Scribbling … #144 for richer or poorer
January 4, 2009 § 5 Comments
Tony was one of the fabulously wealthy kids at college where we were all WASPS, safe, comfortable,children of the gentrified.
Tony was other worldly rich, like a trumped-up television character, where everything becomes flat and non-dimensional simply because it’s assumed and available.
He was cute, a bit pixie-ish, with dark hair that flopped in his face, a certain energy, and messy expensive clothes. He always wore an engaging smile but it burned out and became more of a pinch once he got high. Which he did often. We would see the color drain from his face and the blue go out of his eyes as he faded. His grip when we reached out to help him became weaker and weaker.
You wonder how Elvis and Janis and Jimmy and John Belushi and Kurt all got away from us. You wonder why no one stopped them or saved them. But you just cannot always find the dark places they go to in order to hide from everyone, and so they become … unstoppable.
Tony’s dad couldn’t buy his son back once Tonyducked into that final dark place.
What’s almost worse was to have loved Tony.
written for sunday scribblings ….