Portrait of My Body (2006)
friend says the problem with my writing is that it doesnít make me vulnerable enough.
She thinks I should share more of myself. Be more open. Of course, she also
says I should drink more Jameson. Be more like her. Perhaps a
single malt even? Believe me Iíve tried. Single malt.
And not just once. It abuses
my pharynx and larynx and pretty much the entire upper ⅓ of me. So
does tequila, but thatís different. So does anything, butólook, Iím not
drinking Jameson, okay!
Okay, okay. Iím 6 foot 2, 165 lbs. Iím only 30, something. I actually donít even know. I think something is wrong with my testosterone though. Because I havenít tried to have sex in a long time. I used to want that a lot. I think something definitely happened to my testosterone. A small brain tumor must be involved. Somehow. Iím sure of it.
Iím 6 foot 1, 155 lbs. I wish someone would love me. But he wonít. Not forever anyway. When I realized this I developed a small patch of eczema on my right shoulder. Yes, we need to keep talking about my body. According to my liquor buying card, I have brown hair and hazel eyes and I am allowed to buy liquor. I could stop dieting, if I wanted to.
Iím 6 foot 1, 150 lbs. My friend (the one who drinks) and I, we talk for hours about our other friends and what they are thinking. Okay, when I say hours, itís not all in the same conversation, but I mean if you added it all up, it would be hours. We do a lot of speculation. And most of the time I think she makes up way more than I do. Her speculation I would say is ďtruly wild,Ē whereas mine is just ďirresponsible.Ē
Okay when I say ďfriends,Ē itís really not ďfriends.Ē Itís more just this one guy we always talk about. A mutual friend. But Iíd really rather not drag him into this. And I know he doesnít want to be either. This is where she would say that he secretly does. No. I assure you. He pretty much said.
Anyway I have to go now. But we can talk more later, I promise. Iíll tell you everything.