Steven Hunley
07-18-2011, 08:11 PM
Old Photo
by
Steven Hunley
I’m lookin’ at an old photo I found on the floor. And you know what? It’s me. I’m skinny, my hair is down to my shoulders, my sunglasses are in my hand. I’m relaxed. I’m wearing a shirt with no color, and my boots are showing under my bell-bottoms. One foot is flat on the bricks and the other’s toe is touching the floor too but the heal is up at at jaunty angle like Errol Flynn’s in Gentleman Jim. It’s a devil-may-care pose. I’ve got this stupid “top of the world, Ma” look on my face like James Cagney as Cody Jarrett in White Heat right before he blows himself to Kingdom Come.
I’m leaning all relaxed-like on a railing. Behind me is an ancient brick building with two statues in front. Then a green hill behind that and a church. It’s Rome. The brick walls on each side of me are the Coliseum, and it’s an arch I’m standing under.
I’m on top of the world and relaxed about it.
So I look in the mirror. I see a guy I don’t know. It’s me. That sucks. I’m fat, my hair is short and my oh-so-cool sunglasses have turned to oh-so-uncool bi-focals. I’m wearing a shirt with no color. My tennis shoes are showing up under my cargo pants with two million pockets.
I look thoughtful and determined. I’m leaning on a Formica table in a cheap apartment. Behind me is an equally cheap microwave. My feet are spaced well apart like I’m solid and ready for war. Like the Colossus of Rhodes. I have a look of confidence on my mug like Russell Crowe in Gladiator or Master and Commander. Like someone that knows what they’re doing. How do I manage it?
I’ve perfected my shamming, that’s how.
It’s a look like I’ve seen it all.
I haven’t.
But you know what?
I’m still on top of the world and I’m still relaxed about it. That’s attitude for ya.
©Steven Hunley 2011
http://youtu.be/OjzKiEs_pHI
by
Steven Hunley
I’m lookin’ at an old photo I found on the floor. And you know what? It’s me. I’m skinny, my hair is down to my shoulders, my sunglasses are in my hand. I’m relaxed. I’m wearing a shirt with no color, and my boots are showing under my bell-bottoms. One foot is flat on the bricks and the other’s toe is touching the floor too but the heal is up at at jaunty angle like Errol Flynn’s in Gentleman Jim. It’s a devil-may-care pose. I’ve got this stupid “top of the world, Ma” look on my face like James Cagney as Cody Jarrett in White Heat right before he blows himself to Kingdom Come.
I’m leaning all relaxed-like on a railing. Behind me is an ancient brick building with two statues in front. Then a green hill behind that and a church. It’s Rome. The brick walls on each side of me are the Coliseum, and it’s an arch I’m standing under.
I’m on top of the world and relaxed about it.
So I look in the mirror. I see a guy I don’t know. It’s me. That sucks. I’m fat, my hair is short and my oh-so-cool sunglasses have turned to oh-so-uncool bi-focals. I’m wearing a shirt with no color. My tennis shoes are showing up under my cargo pants with two million pockets.
I look thoughtful and determined. I’m leaning on a Formica table in a cheap apartment. Behind me is an equally cheap microwave. My feet are spaced well apart like I’m solid and ready for war. Like the Colossus of Rhodes. I have a look of confidence on my mug like Russell Crowe in Gladiator or Master and Commander. Like someone that knows what they’re doing. How do I manage it?
I’ve perfected my shamming, that’s how.
It’s a look like I’ve seen it all.
I haven’t.
But you know what?
I’m still on top of the world and I’m still relaxed about it. That’s attitude for ya.
©Steven Hunley 2011
http://youtu.be/OjzKiEs_pHI