A Few Short Steps Down to Hell
Dear fellow men: If you loved your mother, would you treat any woman otherwise? That’s been the core of my relationships, as best I can do. Be good. Cheers MM
Dear Mom,
May has always been my golden month, but it suddenly turned sour.
Wasn’t easy that this past week was the ninth anniversary of your death.
Even the previous weekend was difficult. That Sunday I took a bus to my weekend gig. It was a spectacular May day—Mother’s Day, in fact.
—That’s when a crazy man got on the bus.
“Another day of shit,” he snarled at the bus driver and plodded toward a seat in the back. All the passengers, about a half dozen of us, were then subjected to his loud self-talk and cursing. When the bus passed the Cathedral of St. Paul, where parishioners were spilling out into the fresh spring air, he started ranting about Mother’s Day.
“Everyone I love is dead,” he howled.
It was then, Mom, that I realized I was in the presence of evil—the kind of evil…
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Completely in the Dark 