Tag: Guardian's War

  • Guardian’s War 7: Clean

    I was standing outside my house on Normal Street, waiting in the cold of an autumn night after a rain. The roads were still slick and hissing with the passing of cars when Clean pulled up in his Impala. He had called. Told me he needed a friend. When I got in the passenger side…

  • Guardian’s War 6: The Rosy

    Bekah woke me up with a smile and a laugh. I think she had food for me. She might have been returning something to me. I don’t remember why she came by. If I asked her right now, if I turned to the right in my chair and looked across the office to the chair…

  • Guardian’s War 5: Restless Impotence

    I slept for two hours that night and thirty minutes the night before. I woke up out of a haze in class and realized I had sat halfway through the class after mine, and it would be a rush to get to therapy on time. I jumped to my feet, while the teacher was teaching…

  • Guardian’s War 4: A Meeting with Rose

    It was the phone again, and this time it was Uncle Ball. “Well, they have found medical evidence.” He sounded broken. “We know for sure now that it has happened. No one was lying. I’m just so pissed at your mother.” “Medical evidence?” “Yeah, they did an examination.” “Why are you pissed at Rose?” I…

  • Guardian’s War 3: A Thank You

    All the way home, Guardian raged. So many times, he broke down crying. He cursed everything he knew, and he hurt. But more than anything else, Guardian was shutting down. They say that when you are freezing to death your body starts to shut down its extremities. Your fingers stop working and die first, along…

  • Guardian’s War 2: The Heat

    There is a great movie out there with legendary actors called Heat. It has Robert Deniro and Al Pacino and about two dozen other brilliant people in it. When I think about this moment in my life, a quote from that movie always rushes to me. Bobby Deniro and Al Pacino are sitting at a…

  • Guardian’s War 1: Denver

    That Christmas we went to her parents’ house in Virginia. Her mother greeted me at the door and pulled me into a tight embrace. Said it was good to see me. Beckoned me to come inside, where I found Bliss, who ran to me and gave me a great big hug. She said how she…

  • Open Letter to my Family

    I have learned a lot after 19 years of therapy. I have examined every bit of my life and who I am. I have changed a lot of what I do and how I think and I have come to a few conclusions. I had to redefine what it is to be a man, father, and…