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Sunday, December 11, 2016

Day 141 March 25 2014: You can't have a cake...

This story takes place in a small fishing village in the place that is now called Alaska:

"Hey we gotta go outside and get food Kallik, we need to start soon!" Yuka spoke sternly to Kallik who was still bundled up in his furs. "Go away Yuka. Just. Let. Me. Sleep." said Kallik angrily under his warm covering hiding from the cold world outside.
"You know Kumaglak will kill you if you sleep in again right? It is not that cold outside anyways."
Kallik threw his blankets off him and sat up quickly and said, "Not cold?! It's freezing! I wish I was the chief, I never see Kumaglak out here fishing in the cold...kinda bullshit man."
Yuka smiled and asked, "You gonna say that to his face?" Kallik turned and looked at Yuka upset, "Alright man, I get it. I'll get dressed...and it is too cold."

Once outside and on the ice with kayaks and poles in hand Yuka turned to Kallik and asked him, "Do you wanna go South or North today? We had good fish..." Kallik interrupted, "I don't give a shit man, I'm cold and I just wanna start a fire to stay warm."
"Okay kid...so North or South? Asked Yuka. "South, it is warmer down there." Said Kallik
Yuka looked at Kallik and laugh as he told him, "Life is not fair, there is a saying that goes 'You can't have a cake that you can eat' or something like that. It's about life." Kallik look at Yuka confused and ask, "What is wrong with you old man? What does that even mean? 'You can't have a cake that you can eat.' Are you high?" Yuka paused and said, "Put the kayaks in the water." Kallik turned to Yuka who had a serious look in his eye. "Okay cake man, whatever you say."

Into the water, Yuka and Kallik go, with Kallik complaining about the cold the whole trip.

"Fourteen fish! Fourteen fish Kallik! That's a pretty good day!" Yuka exclaimed. "Well yeah, fourteen fish in negative fourteen degrees...really great day," Kallik said sarcastically. "Kid seriously, you would start a fire in that kayak of yours to keep you warm if you could." Yuka scoffed.
Kallik smiled, "I might just do that! I might just do that to keep myself warm Yuka!"
"No, don't do it. Do be stupid, you'll burn a hole in it and sink it and I'll have to save your ass kid." Yuka said in the most serious voice Kallik had ever heard.
Kallik ignored the tone and shouted back, "But think Yuka, I'll catch fish, stay warm, impress Kumaglak with my genius, and maybe Yura will think I'm smart!"
Before Yuka could respond he saw Kallik trying to spark a spare oar to keep himself warm.
"KALLIK!! Don't you do that shit! Kid, I swear I'll let you drown!" Shouted Yuka across the water at Kallik who was still sending sparks out of his kayak.
"I got it! I got it! I can fish and stay warm! Yuka look!" Kallik was pointing to the obvious fire coming from the middle of Kallik's kayak. Yuka stared in disbelieve and hurried his own kayak over to prepare to save Kallik from his almost certain sinking.

After an hour of fishing, with fire in one kayak with a happy and warm Kallik and the other kayak with an upset and cold Yuka, the men decided it is time to head back to the village.

"Look Yuka, just admit I found a way to make fishing better and I'll forgive you for being so mean to me all these years." Laughed Kallik. Yuka looked up at Kallik, spit into the ocean and started to say "Why don't you go fu..." Kallik interrupted, "The village! They will be happy to see us and all our fish, plus my brilliant idea to have a fire in my kayak." Kallik started waving to shore to signal the others to come over and grab the fish and also to marvel at his genius. "Look Yuka, here comes Yura! See will be so impressed with me!" "YURA! YURA! Look I made a fire to stay warm!" Shouted Kallik.
While he was shouting Kallik ignored that his fire has started to spread throughout his kayak.
"KALLIK!" Yuka shouted "KALLIK YOU JACKASS! LOOK! YOUR KAYAK!"
Kallik stopped shouting and waving at Yura to see his kayak had a much larger fire than he had intended to have. He tried waving his arms at it to blow it out, but this made the fire grow larger. "YUKA! YUKA! HELP ME!" shouted Kallik.
Yuka paddled as fast as he could to the burning kayak. "Kallik you'll have to jump out!" yelled Yuka.
"YUKA HELP!" Kallik kept screaming, "YUKA HELP!" he repeated.
"JUMP OUT KALLIK!" Yuka shouted once more. Kallik looked at Yuka, looked at the fire now burning more than half of his kayak, looked at Yura on shore confused and concerned, and then finally looked at the cold water below him. "Shit," he said softly to himself.
"KALLIK! JUM..." before he could finish shouting, Kallik was into the icy water and screaming from the cold. Yuka paddled over and pulled a cold, wet, and upset Kallik from the water, once in the kayak with Yuka both of them watch the other kayak sink into the water and disappear into the cold ocean.

Once back on shore, the local men hurried to get Kallik to a hut to get warm again, all while laughing at him for starting a fire. "Yuka, please don't tell Yura what happened, tell her it was an accident!" Kallik spoke.
"Yeah I'll make something up kid," Yuka said while laughing.

Kallik was now shivering next to a fire in a hut alone. Yuka walked in and said, "Hey kid, you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine, just cold as always." Yuka smiled, "Well that's nothing new, I'm just glad you are not dead." Kallik nodded. Yuka began to smile and slowly started to laugh which then moved into a fit of laughter, "What's so funny?!" Kallik demanded to know why Yuka was laughing at him. "You remember I told you there was a saying about cake?!" Yuka asked Kallik, "Yeah, but why is that funny?" Kallik said. "Well, I know what it is now." Yuka said as he was now crying and laughing, "Well what is it old man?!" Kallik was even angrier than before.

Yuka stopped laughing, wiped a tear from his eye, stood up, and walked towards the door, as he got to the doorway he turned and looked at Kallik and said, "You can't have your kayak and heat it too!" and began laughing harder than before as he walked out of the hut.


Two Inuit men in kayaks.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Day 140 March 24 2014: Pulchritudinous

The way she spoke to me was beautiful and bewildering, I never understood most of what she was saying but I really enjoyed listening to her say it. The way she spoke and the tone of her voice was just purely captivating. She touched something in me and it just resonated in my ears and it made me want to shut my damn mouth and just listen to her. She had a lexicon for a brain I'm sure she read the dictionary back-and-forth many times and most likely a thesaurus, one time I asked her for another word for a thesaurus and she gave me one. She was never terse with her words, they flowed from her mouth freely as if she already had a preplanned sentence but was making it up on the spot. I once asked her if she loved me and she 'simply' told me, "I find a correlation between you and my Tachycardia, it's beautiful and yet it could be a concern for my cardiologist. I'll have to bring up my dyspnea when I go in next time for a checkup. I've deduced it is due to the fact that the only word I can find to describe you in any language is 'pulchritudinous.'"

They say love is blind, well mine is well read and versed, but hard to read and understand.


Monday, June 20, 2016

Day 139 March 23 2014: I wish I didn't hate you right now.

I fucking hate you.
Not for who you are, not for what you've done, but god dammit I hate you for what you did.
I am so mad right now and I can't find sober words to express these thoughts inside my head.
I hate you so fucking much for what you have done.

I love you, I wish you knew that, I thought you did, I guess you didn't know or it didn't matter.
I am dying over here, I'm eating myself alive and drinking like a fish wondering what the fuck I did wrong while you're gone. Why the fuck didn't you call me?!

You have my fucking number! I made it so everyone I know has my number, I hate most people but I made it so you have my fucking number and you didn't even call. God dammit why didn't you call?!

I was with you through your marriage, through the birth of your first and second child, I was there for your first divorce, I  told you the second was a bad choice, but like always, you didn't listen.
I fucking hate you so much right now. I'm here ready to listen and my fucking phone won't ring. I call you and all I'm getting is voicemail.
I fucking hate you right now.

I found out through fucking Facebook. Through fucking Facebook.

Your mom called me. I heard her voice stutter as she told me what you did. Your mom cried in my ear and you couldn't pick up a phone and tell me what was happening. I fucking hate you for this.

I just wish you knew how much I loved you.
I just wish you knew how much I cared, I would've dropped everything I had, I would've given up everything I own, I would've gone to the depths of the earth to bring you back from where you were. I would've done anything for you.

I just wish you would've known that. Now I'm over here dying and you're dead.
I fucking hate you for this.

I just wished you knew that I loved you.

I'm sorry you didn't love yourself brother.

"The biggest scares don't have bandages."
- J.R.

Monday, May 16, 2016

Day 138 March 22 2014: Excerpt number four from: Diary of a deadman; the suicide not of Wesley Banners

"...I feel like Bukowski every time I shut my mouth and open my ears to my own thoughts. I feel like a fossil trapped in meat, like I'm buried above the ground in a tomb made of flesh, like I'm just waiting for my funeral to see who pretends they loved me.
Makes sense since I'm pretending I love them now.

God I'm such an asshole.

I wonder if you will miss me when I'm gone Mabel or if you'll just be happy I'm not making you upset anymore.
You used to have faith in me.

I just wish I had the faith in me that you did, or any faith at all for that matter.
I guess taking your own life is kinda like telling God you quit before he can fire you.
Not that I listened to him anyways.

I never loved me like you did, I think that's why I couldn't love you back the way you deserved.

I'm sorry Mabel.
I'm so terribly sorry."

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Day 137: It was just too much for him

They called him a hero when he killed someone he never met.
They called him a coward when he killed himself.

There is a strange indifference between that.

I wonder if we really ever knew him.

"Why are you eating your finger nails?"
"I want something else besides regret to eat at me. I figur' I'm good enough for that at least, kinda makes me good for something."

Makes you think how deep scars go.

I wonder how far he carried his pack alone.

I guess it is weird when someone dies on a battlefield 6,000 miles away from combat.

"Walking alone is hardest to do when you carry too much weight." - JR

A U.S. Marine on patrol. (Rebecca Sell/For The Washington Post)

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Day 136 March 20 2014: People are good at one thing.

War is where the child inside a man is murdered and his innocence is destroyed, only the shell of a man is what remains.
War is where children grow up too fast and die too often, at the hands of other children.
War is what destroys dreams and creates nightmares, left to be replayed over and over in the minds of the survivors.
War is a human creation, it is also human destruction.
War is where the old play chess with young lives, the pawns fall for their king.
War fills holes in the ground but makes holes in hearts.
War kills many but scars so many more.

If humans are good at one thing and one thing alone, it is the killing of other humans.



A photograph of Hans-Georg Henke, 16 Year Old German soldier crying.