High Time

January 1, 2011

Once Upon a Time in a land much closer than it appeared there was born unto this earth a Beloved Young Prince – or so he was told by his mother who persistently whispered such seeming nonsense when their circumstances indicated anything but – unfortunately named Larry. And over the years and despite all the evidence pointing to contradict that he was either beloved or princely as well as the increasing arguability that he was young, this Beloved Young Prince unfortunately named Larry could not help but remember the dream of this story and wonder, and dare say hope, about its veracity – albeit while simultaneously suffering a mounting suffocation of resentment for what he began to reason to be the cruel gift of this fantasy.

After crossing many moments and even more space, this Beloved Young Prince unfortunately named Larry found himself at what he did not know at the time would be the pivotal intersection of New Orleans. It was here, exactly one year ago today, in the magnanimous extension to a Rastafarian bassist neighbor of the service of his steed, a 1979 powder blue Ford Econoline, that the Beloved Young Prince unfortunately named Larry, unbeknownst to him, saved the two bar stools to his left for a destiny with adventure and purpose bearing an intensity and passion not rivaled by the stories of Narnia.

She arrived in the disguise of a normal (yet admittedly more appealing than normal) woman of (barring close inspection) indeterminate age to ask,

“Is anyone sitting here?”

Having been hardened to the point of not believing or even remembering the fantasy whispered in his ear so many years ago, the Beloved Young Prince unfortunately named Larry shot a devil-may-care and isn’t-it-obvious “No” her way – a nonplussed rejoinder that left him fatally unarmed for the preposterous yet fantastical reply she leaned in just a tad and released the twinkle from behind her eyes to deliver.

“Unless they are invisible.”

********

For five weeks the two teased and toyed, laughed and lollygagged, jested and jousted from afar and sometimes in person but still afar until the fateful day of the metaphoric and actual release of the Beloved Young Prince unfortunately named Larry upon the revelation of not only his paramour’s identity – but also her potential terrible fate. Faced with emotions that defied description but most commonly referred to as fear, anger, fear, worry and fear, the Beloved Young Prince unfortunately named Larry once again enlisted his 1979 powder blue Ford Econoline steed for an overnight ride to the bedside of what he now knew to be his Beloved Revolutionary Fairy Princess Sweetheart unfortunately named Tina.

It was here that the Beloved Young Prince unfortunately named Larry finally claimed his rightful position and noble purpose beside his Beloved Revolutionary Fairy Princess Sweetheart unfortunately named Tina, and it is here in this land much closer than it appears they remain. 

And so, we begin the begin.

 
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