The Unauthorized Biography of Rosco P. Coltrane

When it's my moment in the sun, I won't forget that I am blessed, but every hero walks alone, thinking of more things to confess

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Location: Owensboro, Kentucky, United States


Thursday, January 05, 2006

Long Division

(I wrote a folk song, I think it is pretty self-explanatory. I don't even know why I wrote this down as a song, but I think it makes it feel a bit more distant for me.)

Ally was a good teacher, we used to teach at the same place
She could teach long division with a smile upon her face
The kids they never cared much, most the time they brawled
So I'd break'em up and Ally'd laugh at my southern drawl
She could settle all the kids back down with pictures of her son
The kids got back to their math but forgot to carry the one

Ally came to work one day with a cast on her right arm
She said she feel down her stairs, no need for alarm
But we all knew what was going on cause Ally couldn't lie
We all knew that if Ally didn't leave one day she's gonna die
Ally always denied it, she would say she loved him so
That was until the day she called and said she had to go

Ally called my phone crying, she said that this was it
He had went to far this time she didn't have to take this shit
I told her I would be there in a bit, I told her to hold on
She told me to hurry up cause the bastard had hurt her son
I sped down the interstate and almost called the cops
But Ally didn't want any trouble, she just want to run off

We packed up some Hefty bags with most of her stuff
I told her just the essentials, whatever was enough
Then I wondered what would happen if the bastard came home
Would I have the strength and courage to drop him like a stone
I looked for something heavy that I could hit him with
I found a stray 5 iron but luckily I never had to use it

We packed up Ally's Honda with everything she owned
She wondered what the bastard would think when he got home
I said it didn't matter cause she would be miles away from here
I tucked her son in his car seat and told him not to fear
His Mom would keep him safe, he never had to come back
Momma wouldn't have to worry about her boyfriend's attacks

Last I saw Ally, she was burning rubber towards upstate
Gonna stay with some family to start off with a clean slate
Now, I wonder how Ally's doing, it's been about five years
Maybe she has almost forgotten about all those tears
I hope her boy is doing well in school, having lots of fun
And she's still teaching math and how to carry the one

Monday, January 02, 2006

Strange Dream

Last night I dreamed that I had to interview Bret Michaels, leader singer of Poison, at some really weird bar and I was just soaked from standing out in the rain. I don't know what exactly it means but I do know that every rose has it's thorns...


The past two days I have been evaluating the past year like most people I know. I looked at the highlights and lowlights with a new perspective, hopefully with a bit more clarity with a bit of distance. And in the words of Todd Snider, it's been a long, long year, how did I get here?

But what has really gotten me thinking was something my friend Kent asked me last night. He pulled me aside and had a short talk for me.

"Lafe, a while ago you told me that you thought that you felt like you were on the cusp of something great. You remember that? Do you still feel that way?"

I looked at him and said, "I don't know, I don't think so."

So my resolution, though not formal and set out like most people's resolutions is very simple.

To make sure that my reach is always farther than my grasp...