A Glimpse Of What Life With Dad Would have Been Like
Today was a full day. You know, one of those days that start early and finish late? I had a good time walking Hugo and meeting other dogs in the park, although I must say my dog is pretty cool compared to the rest. When I got back home, my friend had invited me to have dinner and a show with him in the lower east side. Even though I had class at 8am in the morning, it seemed like a good chance to get out there and become more social. After a delicious dinner at Mano + Mano, we headed to Rockwood Music Hall to check out a buddy of my friends. The show comes on and this white guy on stage happens to be pretty soulful, thats cool whatever, he played with a great amount of energy and engaged the crowd well. What was unique about it was the fact that his backup singer was actually his father, and his guitar player was his uncle. The show went very well. They ended it by playing the song Lean On Me, with the father doing a solo where he belted out the most powerful notes his throat could handle. The show was a success.
What got me on an entirely different level was the connection between the father and son. I would be a fool if I thought I could describe what those two individuals had going on that night. It was full of heart, full of love, and a level of sync I don’t think I personally have with too many people. This got me thinking of the absence of my own father. I’ve always dismissed him as a figment of my imagination. An absentee creator who was a coward. All these feeling brought about an anger that was unlike any type I usually experience (people who know me know I’m a pretty calm dude). How could someone yearn for someone else’s attention while simultaneously despise the very being of that person? Despite the negative memories the show might have brought up, I totally thought that it was beautiful, and I would be lucky to ever have the pleasure of experiencing that with anyone.
I will be bar tending at Mulhollands at 312 Grand street tonight. Want to see what black people do at Irish Pubs on St. Paticks day? They go bananas. It’s a long and secret tradition I haven’t been able to talk about. We bring the house down.
Today is the first day I actually got mad at my dog. Well, not necessarily mad at him, just annoyed. Can you believe she actually used him as an excuse to not lay in bed with me? It’s an ultimate tool! indestructible. It’s worse than the “you know what” because it’s always around. I’m trying to figure out what men can use that would be equally as handy in those situations. Maybe video games, or sports. But the truth of the matter is that we will always give those up when time calls for it. Damn you women! your power of manipulation and persuasion is unmatched by the males…
Just thought I’d write a quick note informing the world that I’m on a quest to try and become a person with true virtue and character. In New York City over the last 7 months, I’ve been exposed to a new set of ideas, ambition, and fun. Not to discount all the fun I’ve had in Boston, it’s just been an interesting few months here. Nevertheless, I’m striving to be better, become better, and just feel great about every decision I make here and in the future. Thats why I feel I’m gona have to get down with my Zen and just, you know, figure it out.
“It is better to be a human being dissatisfied than a pig satisfied; better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a fool satisfied. And if the fool, or thte pig, are of different opinion, it is because they only know their own side of the question. The other party to the comparison knows both sides.”—J.S. Mill
I’m taking a quick break from the plethora of reading I have for school to tell you about my brief encounter with unconditional love a owner has with his pet.
This morning I woke up with some kick in me. That is to say I woke up with a sense of purpose. I told myself I would do laundry, get all the reading I was required to do for school done, get something good to eat, and apologize to my roomie for being a dick a few days ago. So, with all these issue to deal with I had to get going. Shower, teeth, clothes (fresh). By 10:45 I was walking out of the door getting ready to slay the day like my old friend from Boston Bobby, slays high school virgins. (It’s wrong I know, but the man is very persistent with his craft.)
I walk outside to the tune of cars, angry Puerto Rican baby mamas, and my landlord complaining about his everyday duties. I start walking down Borinquen, eventually turning into grand, where I would then vist the @secondstopcafe. That place has a good blend of music, food, and atmosphere needed for me to actually do my work (the library is too quiet). That’s when I heard it. I felt like my ears were playing tricks on me. It was the type of sound you heard in the movies, no, not even in the movies. It sounded so undeniably sad, so helpless, so confused. It was a young man probably in his mid 20’s, screaming at the top of his lungs, “oh my god, oh my god. Help! help! help!, somebody please help!”. As I ran to the sound of the man that needed help, I couldn’t help crying myself. I knew that this was something serious, and the sound of the man brought chills down my spine, the type that immediately tell your body that this is out of the ordinary.
As I approached, I saw the blood. The man was covered in blood up to his elbows, his tears now painfully visible. He didn’t notice or care for the people that were around him, he just wanted help. On the ground lay a dog(mature, probably 8-10 years old) laying on the ground, defecating and urinating involuntarily and spewing blood threw his mouth. I looked forward and I saw a pickup truck ahead stopped, both doors open with a man outside covering his face with his hands.
Undeniably an accident, unmistakably horrific, I had no idea what to do. A woman rushes outside with a sheet to carry the dog while the man in the pickup rushes to help the dog owner carry him in the back. The police arrive offering to help direct him in the way to a clinic, and off they were as the owner lay in the back of the pickup truck, screaming and consoling the dog who he referred to as baby, “everything will be ok, daddy s here, you’ll be ok”.
Although this story will likely have a horrific ending, I post this hoping that you will be able to feel the astronomical amount of love this man felt for his pet. These animals build a connection with you that last’s forever, I thought about Hugo, and what I would do if anything like that were to happen to him. It’s really something that made me appreciate that crazy, hyper, constantly peeing, drooling, and barking wonder that is my dog. I hope that this never happens to anyone out there and if it has, I’m very sorry. Make sure that when you see your pet today, you show him wild amounts of love. We all know those little dudes would appreciate it.
Not only did I have an awesome time at the lower east side tenement museum, but I will be going to check out Maceo Parker and Lettuce tonight @brooklynbowl. Here’s to not drinking too much since I have class super duper early tomorrow. Plus I need to start looking for a new job. NO WORRIES THOUGH! Today was a great day. I’ll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.