Without my consent, genetics committed me
to be the human being I was destined to be
mentally and physiologically—a self-aware
white male, maximum weight, 190 pounds,
height, not to exceed 6’3.
Granted, education, family, diet, exercise
and society influenced me to achieve my
temperament, and what turned out to be
a measured level of functional acuity.
I needed to eat my vegetables, learn my 2
plus 2s and ABCs. Of course there was the
matter of choices made and a modicum of
good luck and bad. Couldn’t begin to tell
you the myriad chances I’ve had. But, be
all of that as it may, I have managed to
make the best of the stuff from which I
was made.
As Terry Malloy lamented in the movie, On
the Waterfront—“I could'a had class. I could'a
been a contender. I could've been somebody,
instead of a bum.”
Fortunately for me, eventually I learned
my lessons. Physically and psychologically,
art was a far wiser vocational choice for me.
Lord knows, I took my punches along the way.
And I came to understand that getting my ass
kicked more than once was plenty enough
for me.
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Chris Hanch 10-17-2021
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