how come you always cut up your apples?
May. 16th, 2006 12:38 amit's taken all day. a slow build up. i can't afford the rage and i can't afford the grief, and yet i feel as if he's died today and those emotions demand their place.
They fired a man today, closer to me than my own brother. i've known him since he was 19.
the last time They fired someone i loved this much it nearly destroyedme my career. there were looooooooong discussions with captains and lieutenants, insincere solicitous concern, stern not!orders and hovering attention.
i still hate Them for it. viscerally. in a way that i will never, ever, forget. or forgive. what's that line from Batman Begins in the train? "i'm not going to kill you, but i don't have to save you." that's me. not saving.
the rage didn't come this time.
maybe i've finally mastered the Art of War. or maybe i'm just too hardened to flinch.
or maybe i take solace from the knowledge that he's going to crucify Them. he's going to set Them ablaze, and while Rome burns i'm going to smile - sweet, long and feral - and warm my hands in its wake.
They fired a man today, closer to me than my own brother. i've known him since he was 19.
the last time They fired someone i loved this much it nearly destroyed
i still hate Them for it. viscerally. in a way that i will never, ever, forget. or forgive. what's that line from Batman Begins in the train? "i'm not going to kill you, but i don't have to save you." that's me. not saving.
the rage didn't come this time.
maybe i've finally mastered the Art of War. or maybe i'm just too hardened to flinch.
or maybe i take solace from the knowledge that he's going to crucify Them. he's going to set Them ablaze, and while Rome burns i'm going to smile - sweet, long and feral - and warm my hands in its wake.