Blowing It Hard

They said he had everything going for himself.  the job the looks the money the brains the talent the skills the clothes the yard the car the stars in his eyes.
Some said he even had the girl.
But when things rule a thing of a man,
he loses how to live in the moment.
Money clips and fingertips slip
Flex a puny grip, she screamed, “you’re a manchild!”
And that’s when everything came tumbling down.
A real man, lying helplessly on the bedroom floor.
On her way out, she held open the door
but he didn’t even move to meet her eyes.
A pitiful pile of a manchild.
Welcome, ladies.
Watch your step.

A letter I received in September 2009

Dear ______,

I know this sounds crazy, but I really dug you.  The truth is, I’ve hit a really rough patch and decided to leave San Francisco to try to find work on the east coast.  I wanted to see you one more time to say goodbye.  But I figured you met somebody else already so I hope you have a happy life.

Love,

______.

P.S.  I want you to have the car that I built for ______.  I didn’t want to leave it with him, he doesn’t deserve to keep it.  I want you to have it, okay?