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October 15th, 2010 (12:19 am)

I've always called it my "Little White Box"
I picture it a cube of white light in the back of my brain.

It tells the truth.
I have never come to harm listening to it, no matter how bizarre.
I have come to harm
when I DID NOT listen to it.

As I left work tonight and climbed South onto IH-35
heading home...
My 'little white box' told me to stop by Opal's.

This has happened before.
Each time
it has been a birthday
or reunion of some kind.

Everyone (I still have much family there) is always amazed
I knew to pop in.

I parked my car in the annex parking lot and made my way
towards the lights. My old job of three years, the folks who
kept me on through my accident... The folks I walked out on
when it became more than I thought I should endure.

*sigh*

But still, family.

I saw Derrek was bartending, (that guy who still has my copy of DARK KNIGHT'?)
I walked up to order a local beer...
Tiffany, who hasn't worked there in as long or longer than I
met me in the middle of the floor.

Have you heard the News?

I swallowed.
I looked into her face.
Seconds can last a thousand years.

GOOD NEWS? i asked weakly...

She shook her head and closed her eyes.

Chase is dead.

I almost vomited.
That feeling when your heart hits the bottom of your stomach
and everything in you wants to escape.

Chase, in his mid 20's.
Chase,
with that HORRID red bandanna he wore as a headband and nearly pulled off?
The up and coming ROCK STAR i covered shifts for when he was on tour?
That little boy who was always weaseling out of something with his charm and big brown eyes?

Chase. Who lasted longer there than most of us, because he was willing
to put up with any job
that would allow him time off to run after his dream...

He died in a car wreck tonight coming back from a gig in OK.
He wasn't driving.
His brother was notified, and notified...
*head in hands*
US.

It was a strange reunion.
Many had been called, I had a new number...
So my little white box notified me.

A dozen or more of us ex-Opal's and current
sat and talked and cried and raised glasses.

I left after one beer,
I knew I would be shit on the road.
I'm still in shock.

It was only two miles, and I am home now.
Glass of red wine, red eyes, still shocked.
Confused.

Chase?
OUR Chase?

He was a kid.
He was so devoted to his art...
*sigh*
And he was a good waiter.

That is very nearly the highest complement I can pay a person.
Good servers are rare. It has to come from the heart.

He was a good man. A talented man. He was a very very young man.

I am... this is..

I just don't know what to say.
I just don't know what to say.

Tiffany looked around the table at us all
and perhaps said it best:

He'd appreciate this.

I know why I do what I do.
It is different from anything else one can do for a living.
It causes almost war-time like bonds between folk.

It provides a living for people who are doing the work of their heart
in a way nothing else could.

It isn't meant to last, but it can.

I feel very much the old veteran tonight.

Comments

Posted by: 2manynotes (2manynotes)
Posted at: October 15th, 2010 02:41 pm (UTC)
Contemplative

Oh geez I am so sorry, sweetheart!

Crap. *kicks ground*

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: October 15th, 2010 09:07 pm (UTC)

Many Condolences-

Matt K ( STILL blocked?)

Posted by: Frank (heidinabucket)
Posted at: October 15th, 2010 11:31 pm (UTC)

I am so sorry Ginger....that Chase left so early and the hurt his family and friends will have to shoulder till everyone meets again.
I'm terribly sorry darlin.

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: October 16th, 2010 05:14 am (UTC)

don't know what to say ... other than i'm here if i can do anything. Love You.

Posted by: Pumping Iron Hearts (woundedmarigold)
Posted at: October 16th, 2010 04:20 pm (UTC)
tree

Very sad news. I am sorry G.

Posted by: Gregory Parks (tokenpants)
Posted at: October 19th, 2010 12:14 pm (UTC)
unicorn heart

Oh man.

I have great respect for your Little White Box and great respect for your habit (conviction) of listening to it.

I'm sorry to hear that, Gin.

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