Tukkie - I think this is the Joe-angst piece you ask for. It must have been three years since I last saw this piece. Long time. I only found a draft, so will have to 'upgrade' as I post. The more complete chapters will be posted faster, the more sketchy ones might take a while. Everything might take a while anyway because I have some activities coming up till end of Oct... Pls confirm piece... after I post chapter 1 of course.
WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS
Prologue
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They say that bad things come in threes.
I wished with all my heart that I could believe in that. But for me, when it rains, it pours. And it is still pouring. It never stops.
If bad things only come in threes, then I know that it is all over. I know that it is finally safe for me to go home. I can finally let go of the mask of indifference that I wear and let the family that I know I still have hug me, comfort me, and love me.
But how does one know for certain? No, no one can. And therefore I must stay away; away from those I care for, and away from those that I might come to care for.
That is why I am alone now. So that no one else will get hurt on my account again. No one else will die because they came to care for me. I was once Joe Hardy. A series of happenings made me Joe Black. Black was for elegance and style. But I turned that elegance into tragedy and mourning. I am now Joe Black. That is what I am – Black. I am born under the bad luck star.
You might wonder; how did I come to that conclusion?
That is a long story. But here alone in my very own old and crumbling lighthouse perched atop a cliff overlooking the Great South Bay, I have all the time in the world. Like all bad luck stories, this story starts with a bad luck number.
I was thirteen when the rain started…