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.
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.