It’s been a tough week for me. The demands of work, family, and home have made it impossible to post to this blog for a few days. I’ve been in blogging withdrawal.
The day, the week, made me weak and tired. And when I’m weak and tired, the call of rum and coke can be irresistible. Was it one sip? Two? Or three? I don’t know. Weariness and alcohol can rob men of their memory as well as their conscience.
For some reason, Edgar Allan Poe came to mind. I started reading from his poetic masterpiece:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door –
Only this, and nothing more.’
I looked up. I thought I heard a tapping… a rhythmic burst like Jay-Z rapping.
But no! Now it was a high pitched sound, like a bird. What was that sound? “Skee-wee.” it said. “Skee-wee.”
I ran to the window. And then I saw her!