As A Matter Of Fact!
Skinny's Story
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Future found momentum in a search of happiness - with one eye on the horizon the sun would never set. All too often though - booze and drugs, women and wheels, money, guns, knives or bare knuckles - whatever destroyed perpetuated distance between Skinny and an undeserved past. Insecurity did life's dirty work, yet, for the sad times when his world undermined integrity... "Angels do live among us!" ---------------------------------------------- The boys headed back downtown to the store, Crumbo first through the door, safe enough, cheerfully relating his morning to their mom behind the counter. Then Skinny came whistling through the door - without warning - out of no-where suddenly blindsided by a flying round-house, full blast, closed fist, blood splattering smash to the face - blackening both eyes, squashing his nose, and splitting his lips! Landing on the back of his head, Skinny lay flat out on the floor, incapacitated, yet, not quite unconscious, Mo stood over him shaking with rage, "what did you do to Johnny Gap, he said you stole his candy and threw him in the bushes!" Skinny hadn't done a thing to Johnny Gap he didn't deserve, but it seemed Skinny's lot in life was helping Mo vent frustration in whatever way Mo deemed fit at any given moment. ----------------------------------------------- Mooky glanced around grinning ear to ear, slapping his bicepts for effect. Fearing for his life the Skinner took a stiff drink, sat down and bit his lip - atmosphere divided between jovial and somber. Glaring hatred, Big Mooky slammed his elbow on the table, scanning the room at his buddy's shining their boots to take over when Skinny toppled to the floor. A hundred miles back in the tundra, fifty below zero, surrounded by a tribe of angry drunken savages - Skinny's adrenaline kicked into over-pump for another badly needed shot of life saving invincibility. --------------------------------------------- Skinny figures she gave in after the last ten thousand dollar grudge match - both taught a huge lesson as well, "get over yourselves?" Although they don't chase each other around the house naked, Honey is now the nicest girl with whom Skinny ever expected to live. He still has no money and his wife still finds it reasonable to spend every last cent she gets, but it all seems to be done with an air of decency, just nice to be here with family.
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Skinny sat writing to an insurance company who had made it their best interest to exploit his claim in deceit - "suddenly" ink flowed in aggravation, what was meant to be a rather poignant spew turned into a second hand "no holds barred" account of his life. Reasons for leaving a life of security to go trucking the Arctic iceroads, work in dangerous coal mines, or load DC-3's for the northern based Buffalo Airways tell stories of childhood abuse and spontaneous travel. Skinny relates many points of view on what he thinks of society as a whole - views that at times even he wishes to understand - finally forced to settle down, turn around and look back... this is one "wild & crazy" guy's version of truth... "with a twist!"
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Skinny grew up center of nine - though religion was focal point, his father was an overbearing thug who only allowed "his family" to exist on "his terms!" Moving town to town, the old man beat the self esteem out of Skinny on a regular basis. In early teens quiting school to work in a factory soon found him recognized by mainstream society as quite prominent in the local business world - an importance and material wealth his low self esteem was never taught to handle. True love introduced an angel at the age of sixteen, years later selfishness and anxiety also destroyed "that" which was never fully appreciated. Skinny could not get over the way his nasty old man treated him. Throwing away an easy future he decided to travel - searching unconditional acceptance he knew was so rightfully deserved. Braving the Arctic barrens, falling down Austrian Alps, or wandering crowded streets of Asia, places Skinny went and things he did would make normal folk shake their heads? Eventually, getting married in the Philippines brought responsibility of settling down. Eleven years now ( in the same town and the same house ) has encouraged the audacity to tear a strip out of a world that could probably care less. Skinny speaks for all of us ( and we know who we are? )