From ‘nice guy’ to ‘asshole’: a pissing match – redux, Part Two

Well, it’s been precisely two years and eight months since this series began and nearly a year and a half since I wrote Redux, Part one. Time and perceptions of it are funny, especially when the music in your head skips a beat every now and then. It has been four years since I began my little exercise in ‘how much will people put up with?’ and ‘how much can I take?’ I am closing this series because there are things that can never be adequately addressed in words, at least not by this writer’s limited vocabulary for such things. Besides, the songs have not finished playing. The music does not stop until the last chord is finished.

After writing Redux, part one – just two days shy of exactly three months, I went from homelessness to home, placed in my own apartment. Now nearly a year and half later, I flirt with upward career trajectory. It is safe to say that the truce, once truly broken, did not go my way! I lost…..and I won something much bigger. God forgives. Fights with the Almighty do not go as we expect or even hope, but if we listen closely to the songs he tries to drill into our thick skulls, he forgives. I stopped fighting between Part 5.1 and Redux, throwing in the towel. Half the time between the beginning of this series was spent fighting, the other half learning. I learned that I am often tone deaf, but also that dancing to my own beat nonetheless can be rewarding, providing I play and appreciate the right tunes.

The full story – and the story behind the story – of that smoky room shall be saved for a select few. Apologies, but it is not in my interest or in yours to hear it. I’d intended to tell, but I have learned what happens when I break promises. The pissing match is over.

Stay tuned, because the band may well be soon playing live somewhere, and I intend to have a front row seat to cover the story and to give you, dear reader, my review.