An ill wind is blowing, and with it a gaggle of vultures land to devour its prey with deft precision. One by one the vultures spirit away with chunks of meat, artifacts that are the flesh of the creator of said meaty artifacts.
Throughout the years I desperately tried to get him to leave the vulture den many times, but he was so afraid, like an egg in an unattended nest, he stayed...and they regurgitated little of what was rightfully his into his pocket.
He was a lover
He was a "lady's man" ...one who would possess the air you breathed if he could.
Yesterday, after calling the hospital charged with the care of my friend, I was told to "stop calling" and that my friend "didn't love me." What a lie!
I replied: "Bitch that is my friend! I'm not surprised that you didn't properly report to his loved ones."
A few weeks ago I sat next to the flowers in his hospital room when he tells me he "cussed" the "head vulture" about the "mishandling" of funds. Hundreds of thousands to be exact!
I told him he was going back to work too soon and that taking time off would do him some good.
I got the feeling that this passage of time wouldn't be as those we'd come to expect.
We loved each other soon after our first fight. It was my first day living in Florida and he was driving me around in his truck showing me the "lay of the land" when all of a sudden, a car came around the curve so quickly that it clipped the back end of his truck sending us into a spin. When I told him he would've done a better job of handling the truck if he'd kept his eyes on the road, we became family. He was willing to accept my point of view over his. He learned that my point of view was right for me.
I have tried and tried to get him to give the vultures their "walking papers" but to no avail.
So far they have managed to keep his family in the dark. I spoke to the chief vulture yesterday and it told me: "I'm not going to give you any information. What so you can go to the press?"
The vultures want everything.
As he lay, in thought of friends and loved ones and memories of happy times and "cold ones".....and places those of this world have never seen. I weep.
He teaches me to enjoy life's more quiet moments
