...and what is YOUR role here?

What is my purpose?

I’m the one who wrote the book you’re reading.

I’m the one who put people on planes to get them home for the holidays.

I’m the one who threw the party you went to.

I’m the one who threw up on the lawn this morning.

I’m the one who collects liquor bottles and puts them in a clothes hamper and calls it his treasure chest. Who knows what else is hiding there…

I’m the one who thinks with his fingers.

I’m the one who posted videos on the internet hoping someone would listen to him.

I’m the one desperate for an audience.

I’m the artist who hasn’t painted in decades.

I’m the musician who craves an instrument he cannot afford.

I’m the avent reader who gets caught up in fiction.

I’m the fan who has never been to one of the concerts.

What is my purpose?

I serve as the midway between decision and indecision in the family of Tyra Williams.

I served as king in the studio apartment named Backstage Studio Grey.

I’m the boyfriend who rocked your world in bed and never cheated on you once we were committed to each other.

I’m the man who didn’t shave or shower until it felt ultimately necessary.

I’m the man you saw downtown and gave you the cigarette you asked for.

I’m the man who started smoking Marlboro’s and then 10 years later switched to Camels.

I’m the man you wanted to father your child but couldn’t handle not being biological.

I’m the man who got the straight girl of the two while you ended up blowing a tranny. And she and I were the ones who were in the closet.

I’m the well rounded mind in the classroom.

I’m the one soaking up the information and giving it new direction.

I’m the one searching for answers knowing that soon I will doubt even the truth.

I’m just the 200 pound gorilla in the room.