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Something funny and symbolic of my childhood that would clue someone in to who and why I am who I am and the kind of Fate I tangle with.
When I was in third grade, my older brother and I were out in our large back yard with the bows and arrows our parents made sure we had available, following their directive to “go outside and play, dammit”. My brother decided to shoot an arrow almost straight up in the air and then told me to run, pushing me away from him. As any statistician could tell you, the odds of me running in exactly the right direction at exactly the right speed to greet that golden shaft on its re-entry from its most perfect parabolic flight path with my head is probably one in one bazillion or, in the Big Picture, I’m that asshole who’s more likely to get struck by lightning than win the lottery. So I get sideswiped by that arrow and run to the house only to find the door locked because, as I found out later, my Mom and Dad were having hot, afternoon, dirty monkey sex and didn’t want the damn kids around. When my Mom finally came to the door to find what was going on with my shrieking and, let’s be honest, screams of bloody murder, she thought we were kidding and had poured ketchup all over my face as a joke. Then she twisted the doorknob right off the door when she realized I had an arrow sticking out of my head.
There is my whole life in a nutshell: shafts flying at my face, afternoon trysts behind locked doors..with me on the locked-out side, bad timing, unfavorable statistics, fratricide, and toys. Yet, here we are, so many years later, being able to laugh about the whole thing, no so much the worse for wear except for the very distinct “V” shape scar on my forehead. It’s kinda sexy, though.
My 20′s were simply a blur.
Now I’m just about 40, having lived in NYC and beyond, landing in a charming and out of the way little house at the base of the Catskill Mountains and have a great job in consulting that takes me all over the states. I’ve been with my partner, Jeff, for 15 years which still astounds me that I wasn’t able to completely fuck it up over all this time and I still have that mark on my forehead from that damn arrow.
