The 22-yr-old Bottle Blond

​"The 22-Year-old Bottle Blond"

Yes, she was sexy, and she had a quality about her.  It wasn't quite trailer-park. Or ghetto. It was a 22-year-old, bottle-blond, with more than a few tattoos, kind of quality. Broken. But not completely. She was tough, but feminine, when she felt safe, which wasn't often. She was, for me, a project of love, craving, and urge, in equal measure, or some facsimile of those emotions.

Exactly what draws a man to a broken woman? To a project that will break your heart and crush you unconditionally?

​It’s simple; when you’re broken too, where else are you supposed to look?

So, if you’re lucky enough to find the right kind of broken woman, you've got a shot at life. Otherwise, you have to face life alone. And man…..that is a lonely place.  Alone.

Being alone.

If you’re lucky enough to find a 22-year-old bottle blond, with too many tattoos, who’s as tough as supple leather and as delicate as spiders silk....hold on brother. Hold on.

​That’s life.  Hard times. Good times. Sad times. Hellacious times. Sometimes.

That’s all.

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