Once upon a time, in a small town sandwiched between the shadow of Mt Diablo and the murky Delta waters… a boy lived. He had the job of his dreams, he was a star among stars… And he was happy. Until one day, someone (a rather large, unattractive woman) lied… and without warning, he was thrown out… forgotten… abandoned… unemployed.
One would think that in this fairy tale, things would look up for our young friend… but alas, no. While at his lowest point in years… he learned that he had HIV. Lower and lower he slipped into darkness, drinking… and depression. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months…and finally he gave up. Spending day after day laying on the couch, surrounded by memories and regrets… Time took it's toll.
Our once young, virile friend no longer recognized his own face… no longer did his skin have any trace of a tan, no bronzer in sight. His once twinkling eyes, now seemed dull and lackluster… as if all the happiness had been sucked dry from them… no amount of mascara could ever revive them. His smile… gone.
All attempts to begin his life anew have been thwarted by his former "family… his previous employer. Feeling like fate wouldn't ever give him a break… he gave up on a career in cosmetics… even tho it was all he knew. He packed up his makeup and brushes… and put them away in the garage with the rest of his bad memories.
But what next for him? Make a living from prostitution? Perhaps become a hitman and eventually get revenge on the rather large unattractive woman for lying and ruining his life? Or maybe, go back to school? Finally finish it? Get a degree and make 4 times what that lying sack of shit makes wobbling around on her cankles? Perhaps.
Filled to the brim with antidepressants… knowing that he needs to make a decision, he sits here on the couch… typing a fairy tale… avoiding what has to be done…
Some stories don't get a Happily Ever After… No matter what star you wish on... a dream isnt a wish your heart makes... and true love does not conquer all...