Friday, April 28, 2017

I don’t know what his habits were like



I don’t know what his habits were like in his 20’s so much but as he turned into a thirty something, say around 2000, my guess is that was about the time he began using pills. He always enjoyed his Captain Morgan and weed but when pills came into the picture, his motivation for life seemed to lower. Desire to live life at full speed went out the window or even half speed. Back in his days at Blue Hills he was involved in art and drawing and a little later, photography. It was he who actually got the whole dark room thing going down in my parent’s basement— Blue Hills gave or sold him an older Beseler enlarger, he got his friend Rob, a fledgling carpenter to build a small room in the basement and then picked up some print trays, hung a small clothes line to dry prints and mom gave him a stand-alone lamp with a red bulb so he could see but not destroy sensitive images in developing trays. I always loved taking pictures and had hundreds of them but I had no problem dropping my film cartridges off at Fotomat to get developed and printed.

So taking a little fictitious license here I will pretend Dave never got into pills and somehow lead a happy productive life and went on to graduate the Graphics Arts program at Blue Hills, went to college or Photography school. He dated some but he was always loyal to his friends and put them ahead of girls he only liked— he coasted through his 20’s living a life of fun and adventure. By the time he reaches 30 he has a nice job now as a magazine photographer and met a model whom he thought about all the time— a girl like no other girl and it wasn’t long before he started blowing off fishing trips and golf weekends with his friends to spend more time with her. Of course he marries her and they have kids and he becomes a soccer dad….

Mom died in 2007. It crushed all of us but we soldiered on. Dad remained at the house, alone. Occasionally, Kyle would move in for brief spells but he had his own demons to deal with and he could not commit to the house. Over the years, the grief of his wife’s early death combined with his alcoholism caused his drinking to only worsen and his bank account dwindle….

This is not going where I hoped when I imagined it and is nothing what I thought it would be or go to….

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