Wit and the Battle of Demons

Posted: April 21, 2015 in Uncategorized

For some reason this was on my mind today.

Reluctant Xtian

He was beautiful and tragic.Drinking-the-beer-and-smoking-a-cigarette

At least that’s how I took him to be at the time.  And I’m not romanticizing here…at least I don’t think I am.  And I’m not talking about “beautiful” as in “attractive.”  I’m talking about beautiful in that deeper way you talk about beauty, if you get what I mean.

Maybe I’m not sure what I mean by that, but it’s the only way I can describe it.

We were in Denver at The Great Divide, a nice little brewery that spits out tasty pints.  We were waiting to take a tour, but it turned out that there weren’t enough people for a tour that day.  We had to just settle for the wares of the place, and I stood at the edge of the crowded bar for a long time before the tender, also enjoying a tasty pint, noticed me.

Drink in hand, the…

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Comments
  1. Judy says:

    Third time I’ve read this, and it still punches me in the gut. I know people like Wit. There are no easy answers.

  2. angelazwhite@yahoo.com says:

    My son wrote a spoken word poem kind of about this. http://youtu.be/0UudS3RZynE

    I thought you might like it

    Angela White

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