2 days more.
it wasn't special really,
it could have not even been something he ever thought about,
he wasn't really supposed to be here anyway.
it was all just a mistake.
a malfunction in one girl's
control of her emotions.
and one man's lack of control
to keep his cock in his pants.
and, well, actually, the most important one
is the unbelievably strong will
of another woman, who,
just happened to be in the right place
at the right time.
Otherwise, if the stars hadn't aligned in just the exact way they did,
if one thing happened differently,
or timing was off by by even a
fracture of a second,
maybe he would have never been given the chance to be here now.
maybe he would, by now,
be a 46 year old corpse
in the bottom of a garbage pile
on Staten Island.
ya never know.
but he didn't have to be proven anything anymore.
whatever happened, good or bad,
each and every second was a gift.
one that he was indeed, very lucky,
and thankful, to have received.
And so, as the day turned into night
and then into day again,
even though he wasn't a millionaire,
even though he didn't have
the love of his life laying next to him,
and even though he wished he was maybe
10 pounds beefier, more defined, etc.,
he just smiled,
and knew that it was all ok.
it was all good.
it was all,
exactly as the universe had intended.
and the number that he was counting up to,
was just a number...
everything else was a gift.
even, and, especially,
me, photographed by James aka "Erik" Rhodes the day i shot him for the Blacksmoke.org,Danger Global Warming project
then he thought again,
and it all made sense...
maybe, no, definitely
he did have the love of his life laying next to him...
maybe, nah, definitely,
he couldn't imagine another
that could/would ever come close.