Some
of us make it, some of us not so much.
Looking
back on it, had I some brilliant idea
which
would change the world, I could have
hit
it rich, had it financially made. I’d be
driving
a Jaguar XKE instead of a sputtering
Chevy.
I’d have an estate in some suburban
upscale
gated community, you know like
Wozniak,
Jobs or Gates. For decades now,
I
rented a place to live, a small two bedroom
affair
without even a one-care garage to get me
started
toward fame and fortune. I was so stupid.
All
I ever wanted was a living wage like most
folks,
noting more than to pay my bills and have
enough
left over for food on the table and maybe
to
save a bit extra for a vacation once a year. I’ve
been
so stupid not aspiring to gaining fortune and
fame.
I’d rather have the time after my eight to
five
being left alone to paint and write. Used to be
people
would occasionally ask me what it is I do
for
a living? Oh, I do daily driving and delivery for
the
Local Kinko’s. You know, most days I get in my
Dodge
Caravan and drive a hundred miles. All I want
is
to be left alone, do my pick-ups, deliveries and
drive.
Some who know the other side of me say
that
my artwork and poetry are of museum and
literary
quality. How come your not wealthy? I’m a
goddamn
romantic I tell them, you know, the starving
artist
type of little or no repute. All I want is to punch
out
at five o’clock and have a beer or two. I look
forward
to Fridays, then getting a couple of days off.
Who
in hell do you know who has achieved fame
and
fortune by living their life that way? You
like
this painting? It’s worth every bit of a hundred
bucks,
I’d say. And believe you me, that’s a deal…
Okay
then, I suppose fifty will do.
Chris
Hanch 10-28-18
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