2005-09-18 - 9:59 p.m.
Five Grams
He has hated this room ever since he was forced to move back into his parent�s house the second time because he would not get a job when he moved out so he went through the seven thousand dollars he had had in a savings account rather quickly. It was opened when he turned fifteen by his mom�s sister and he never spent one cent of it.
It lasted him five months in the real world.
There were a good couple of months but...
That five grams is a bitch.
Knocked him right on his ass more than once. Drove him into the pink room.
The walls are all pink. The real pretty one that looks good on girls with big stomachs and flat chests. I might have reversed it. Doesn�t it go...
No, I can�t do it. You all see it coming.
[insert joke# about t�n�a here]
So the four walls are pink. Bad enough to be sure but it gets a little worse for this guy I�m writing about. The ceiling was painted the same pretty color of pink as well.
That five grams is a bitch.
It was painted pink by his parents when the youngest child of their family was a baby. When Dewey moved back to Ohio the second time, for ten weeks, his sister left her room to house Dewey�s old room. Dewey didn�t touch his savings account then so the pink room wasn�t all that bad. It was the second time he moved out that he dipped into his savings account. After he dipped a few times the poor guy fell in then he had to go back home.
Again
He walked back with a limp, kept stepping on the tail between his legs. Damn near tripped over it four times. Until...
That five grams is a bitch.
The pink room.
Each morning, upon awakening in the pink room, it felt like a really soft pink sweater slapped him. He would wake up and not open his eyes. He always wondered if the ceiling was white would the reflection of pink masking the darkness of his closed eyes be so bright.
He would never know.
He decided to take it like a man this morning. He imagined opening his eyes, the pink flooding in and he taking the soft-pink-sweater-slap# like a man and it seemed like a lot of work. He took it all unto himself turning this time into meditation. I like a meaning for meditation that would make it a synonym for honesty.
Guess what?
So does Dewey.
# See definition in The American Heritage College Dictionary
# I tried something here, okay, follow me: when the pink room�s slap was mentioned as a soft pink sweater the phrase needed no hyphens, okay, but when the soft-pink-sweater slapped him it did need hyphens.
