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Blind Dog

                                             JuSt an OrdInary daY

Wake up

Take a piss

Take a shower

Get Dressed

Turn the TV on

Maybe eat breakfast

Drive to work or take the Train to school

Drive home or take the Train home

Watch the TV

Eat Dinner

Do homework or activity of interest

Maybe go out with friends

Sleep

Wake up

Take a piss

Take a shower

Get Dressed

Turn the TV on

Maybe eat breakfast

Drive to work or take the Train to school

Drive home or take the Train home

Watch the TV

Eat Dinner

Do homework or activity of interest

Maybe go out with friends

Sleep
….
just a wAlk through tOwn

Frequently I ask myself if it was a good decision to come here.

Its been two weeks and I haven’t really noticed anything life changing. Truly it is different from home, but how different? The people are all friendly, it’s really green here, and the culture is different. I don’t know, if I was home all this would not matter, because I would be wrapped up in my own tomfoolery. But I am not at home…. I am here. I still think, I was better off staying at home. I mean its just pubs, stores, and crappy food.
No, no, no it’s much more than that. There’s beautiful architecture, gorgeous landscapes, history, poetry, music…
We have all of that in Philadelphia too.
Take today as an example. It’s absolutely beautiful out. The sun is out, no rain, or rain clouds. People are walking about. Look over there, that man is taking time out of his day to help that woman get to where she needs to go. You don’t have that back home. Remember that one day, that lady showed you how to get the Bankers pub. She was in a hurry to meet up with her friends for a theatre performance and she decided she should help you. That is polite and excellent etiquette.
What about the people she kept waiting? That’s just rude.
Well I’m sure they would understand that she was helping a lost visitor, get to where he needed to go. People are much different here. They are very open-minded.
Well the people I am here with aren’t like that.
You don’t actually know that.
Well I know that there all into the touristy thing.
Get off your High Horse, You like that touristy stuff too!
Yeah but its different.
How so?
They all do the touristy stuff to brag to there friends and associates that they’re cultured, because they’ve been around the world to see these museums, monuments, statues, buildings, etc… They don’t sit there and enjoy it. They don’t try to understand the meaning. They just look and walk by it. I don’t understand how one could sum up everything Ireland, Dublin, or the rest of the world has to offer in two days? These cities and countries have been around for hundreds, even thousands of years. Pssh. Fucking twats. And the nerve of that one chick, she is such a bitch.
Hey, calm down. You’re just trying to isolate yourself. Don’t do that, you know that those people aren’t that bad. As for that Sorority chick that is giving you a hard time, screw her. She just doesn’t understand your personality.
Perhaps….. She is the kind of person who makes me feel insecure about myself. Because she tells me everything I do is wrong. Essentially she is telling me everything about me is wrong. Which gets me thinking is it true? People like her make me hate myself.
No don’t think like that. She doesn’t understand you. That’s not her fault, and it’s not your fault either. Just chillax and have fun.
I’ll try to but, if I make her feel uncomfortable. Then I wont be able to relax, because I don’t want her to be uneasy. Maybe I’ll just separate myself from them. Just coexist in the apartment and classroom, and then do my own thing on my own time. That way I avoid bothering everyone.
Firstly, you don’t even know if you bother everyone. Secondly, that’s the opposite of what you should do. I bet they’re great people and you would probably really dig them. Give it a chance.
What about the day they ditched me to go to Bleeding Horse? Ha they do hate me.
Not true. You left early to go to the ATM. Before going to the ATM, you went back to the apartment to take a piss and finish a mix drink you made earlier. When you finally got the money, more than half an hour went by. You know they waited for you and they even called you.
How I didn’t have a phone?
Seriously man, Louis lent you his phone. Bam!!
Okay, I am wrong, big whoop. If I give it a chance and talk to them, we form a bond. Then I’m going to be in so much pain when we leave here. Because the chances of seeing them again are slim to none. I don’t want to get attached and then loss them. That would hurt.

Until now I understand that I don’t understand
Waking that day was eerie as hell. There was something in the air that didn’t feel right.
Transky scuffling around getting his things together woke me from my slumber. I tried to sleep through it, but all I amounted to be lying in bed wide awake with my thoughts.
After I heard the front door close. I decided I should get up. I knew Louis and I were the last to leave the apartment, so I was in no rush to scurry off.
I walked out to the Kitchen to admire the once lively common area. On the kitchen table, I saw a set of keys. Curiosity got the best of me, so I checked, everyone’s room for their keys. I counted three sets of keys plus my keys equal’s four sets of keys. This meant that I was the last person in the apartment. I felt like a child accidently left behind by his parents at a circus. I didn’t want to be the last person standing.
Straightaway, I felt the need to get out of the apartment. Instantly, I started gathering my belongings. Then I masturbated following with a shower. After the shower I did my final cleaning of the apartment.
While gathering up the trash, Louis completely catches me off guard, by entering the apartment.
“I thought I was the only left, I saw your keys there and assumed you were gone.”
“No, I just left my keys there so I wouldn’t forget them. In fact, I was about to wake you up. Since you’re here, I don’t have too.”
“I was in such a hurry to get out of here. Man, its creepy being in here.”
“I hear yah, it is really strange being here.”
“Yeah man. Something about the emptiness, it’s just really off putting.”
“Yeah dude, I just got to pack my stuff. Then I’m going to meet the girls downstairs. Are you coming with us?”
“Absolutely, I’ll see you guys out and walk to the bus stop.”
I’ve been the apartment alone, when everyone did there weekend trips, but it never felt like it does now. Prior to the departure day, the apartment was so lively. Now it has lost its varicosity. All the meaningful conversations and shared experiences are over. They are done. In effect, its almost as if the memories never even took place. Granted there might be evidence left behind, like red stains on the walls from the bottle of wine I exploded or beer stains on the couch from the after parties. No one, but us could ever know the importance those stains held.
….
John felt like a blind dog, which once could see everything, but now is lost in darkness
Coming home felt like, the beginning of a middle school summer. Nice weather and no responsibility. Having all the time in the world to hang out with friends to explore, play, and relax. Suddenly in a blink of an eye, there are no more free days left, because the new school year starts the next day.
As Johns plane was descending onto the landing strip, John could see the Philadelphia skyline. A tear fell from Johns eye, as he saw glimmering skyscrapers. John knew he was finally home. Home meant a familiar culture as well as the people he cared about. Notably he would see his family and all his friends.
Philadelphia is further south then Ireland, so there is a 20-degree difference in temperature. John anticipated the heat on arrival. However, he didn’t expect the difference in people.
John was struggling to get his bags on the train and some lady shoves past him and says, “Get the fuck out of my way.”
“I’m sorry.”
The Lady gives John the cold shoulder that was that. John found an open seat in the back of the train next to an older gentleman. The old man turns to John and says, “hello!”
“Hello!”
“Where are you coming from sonny?”
“I am coming back from Ireland. I was there for six weeks.”
“Well, that’s something! Good for you and welcome back!”
“Thank you! I forgot that people in Philadelphia aren’t as friendly as they are in Ireland.”
“Well, sadly that is true. However, I am here talking with you. Hopefully, that remedies your opinion?”
“Sorry, not all Philadelphians are unpleasant.”
“Haha, I understood what you meant. I was just breaking your balls”
“Oh…. Haha…. Good one!”
“Where are you going sonny?”
“I am getting off at Glenside. My family is picking me up from the train station.”
“The last stop. That sounds marvelous, I bet your excited to see them.”
“Yeah, I haven’t seen them in six weeks. My whole time there I didn’t really talk with them. Maybe an email every once in a while.”
“Then I’m sure they’ll be excited to see you too. Especially since you barely talked to them in six weeks.”
“Yeah, it was tough with the five hour difference in time. Not to mention all the school work.”
“I can’t argue with that. Are there any big plans for your arrival, like a party or something?”
“Well there going to have a parade for me. Haha, Im just kidding. Uh, I am going to have a philly steak, pluck some strings, pet my beloved dog, and see a few friends later in the night.”
“That sounds like an eventful arrival day, I hope you enjoy yourself.”
“I most certainly will!”
“Well sonny, this is my stop. I’ll see you!”
“Thank you and it was a pleasure to meet you!”
There were only two more stops until John got to Glenside. John is so excited and he can’t wait to get off the train to see his family. Finally the train approached its final destination. John jumped out of the train before it could stop moving. He ran over to his family. John said, “Hey.”
Johns mother jumped out of the car, “hey, come here I want to hug you.”
“Okay. Where’s dad?”
“He walked over to the train. Fred, Fred, Fred!!! Your son is over here.” How’s it feel to be back?”
“Good, I’m just a little tired.”
“That’s the jet lag. You’ll be better after some rest.”
Fred, John’s Father, comes over and greets his son with a big hug. He says, “My boy, ah I missed you. How are you? Did you have fun? How was the flight? How was Ireland?”
“It was good. Certainly a memorable time.”
“So your Happy you went?”
“Of course.”
“We saw pictures of you crossing a bridge. I thought you’re afraid of heights, what happened there?”
“I am still terrified of heights. What Happened is…. there I was looking at this terrifying death trap. I tried to cross it, but turned back when a gust of wind came and caused the narrow rope bridge to shake. I worked up the courage to try one more time, then Louis screams “hey john, look out, don’t fall!” So I turned back again. Louis apologized, telling me he didn’t know that I was afraid of heights. So, I decide I should try one more time. I start walking gingerly on the narrow bridge and decide no I am going back. However, I didn’t know that the rest of the group who went with us on the trip was right behind me on the bridge. Since the bridge was one lane, I couldn’t turn back. After each baby step, I finally reached the other end. The downfall was I had to come back the way I came.”
“Haha. Oh man, that’s great! Here we are, home sweet home! Does anything look different?”
“Yeah, the flowers are in bloom!” John thought something was strange though. To his surprise his canine companion wasn’t anxiously looking out the window. Even when John entered the house, his pup wasn’t waiting by the door. She was just lying on the couch. John, yelled, “hey girl, how’s the best dog in the world!” There was no overly enthusiastic greeting. In fact, his pup lifted her head and looked in John’s direction. Then carefully stepped off the couch. After she got her footing on the ground she bumped her head into the coffee table. John called for her again, and she very gingerly walked to John, reaching John she knocked her head into his leg. John looked into his pups eyes, noticed a smog cloud covering her retinas. Unfortunately, John old dog is now blind. “How could this happen? When I was here, she could see.”
“Well she is an old dog. This happens with age.”
“Fuck, I don’t want to see her like this. Look at her, she is running into everything. I don’t understand, how she doesn’t know her way around?”
“I don’t know she is an old dog, be thankful she is still with us.”
“Look at her she is completely lost, she can’t navigate herself. How am I supposed to be thankful with her in this condition, its just making me feel depressed. I need to go out for a drink.”
“If you go out make sure you don’t drive. Your jet lagged and you don’t want a DUI.”
“Can one of yous give me a ride to the bar?”
“Sure, but you need to get a ride home.”
“No problem, I’ll have Ellie drive me home.”

John arrived at the bar around 9:30 pm. He’s see’s his closest friend Ellie. John greets Ellie with a big hug. “Hey Ellie, long time no see! Man its great to see you”
“John, its good to see you too! Tell me, How was Ireland?”
“Ah man, Ireland is great!”
“Is it strange to be back home?”
“I am certainly still adjusting. Like its 9:30 pm and its dark out, at this time there it would be light out. The sun doesn’t set until 11:30 pm and it rises at 4:30 am.”
“Fuck that mess. I would hate that.”
“It’s not so bad. You get use to it.”
“I guess you right. Did you bang any chicks?”
“Unfortunately no.”
“Ah, but I’m sure you have some stories.”
“That’s for sure. I’ll tell you this, One we went out drinking. We went to a bar to watch the world cup match. Prior to the bar we drank a couple beers and shots. After the match and three pitchers we went to another bar. At the bar we order our first round. Not even taking a sip, Transky has to go to the bathroom. After about 15 minutes, we get a little worried. So I go and check on him. I didn’t get a response, so I thought he just wanted his privacy. Another ten minutes go by and he hasn’t come out yet. So mike and I go into the bathroom. We’re banging on the stall door trying to get Transky to answer. No answer so, I pull out my keys to try and shimmy the door open, no luck, I use a credit card, no luck. Then mike and I look at each other and we decide it was best to get the bartender to unlock the door. The bartender comes in, trys to shimmy the door open with keys, doesn’t work. Then he goes to the bar to get a butter knife. He opens the door and there’s Transky, passed out holding his junk with his pants down to his ankles. We all get a good laugh and I walk him back home. Only to drink more.”
“That’s fucking hilarious. Tell me you took a picture of him sitting on the jon? I hope you did man.”
“Nah, I didn’t get a picture of him. So Ellie, what have you been up too man? Seriously, its been six weeks some shit must have gone down?”
“Not so much. Uh, I hooked up with Grace a month ago.”
“Nice, nice.”
“Come on man, I’m sure there is something else?”
“Oh, dude Jack died.”
“What!?”
“Yeah man.”
“How did he die?”
“Well, he went out drinking with those hoodlum friends of his. His already damaged liver, couldn’t digest all the alcohol he was consuming. His liver crapped out and the alcohol went directly into his blood stream. He just collapsed, as they were waiting for the ambulance, he was in this delirious state. Being unconscious, then waking, screaming in pain, only to fall back unconscious state again. This continued until the EMT’s got there. He died on the way to the hospital.”
“Man, fuck.”
“Yeah dude. Shit, I loved him like a brother and all, but he’s a dumbass. He knew he wasn’t suppose to drink.”
“But he had a problem, he couldn’t help it.”
“I guess, but I think he liked the pity he was getting. Not to mention, he could blame everything that was going wrong for him on drinking. Essentially, he would not do anything. He just used it as an excuse to be lazy. Seriously man it’s a fucking joke.”
“Man, I don’t know. It’s still fucked up, shit he’s only twenty-four. I’ve known him for eight years. Man, it’s all fucked. I came back here and it seems nothing changed.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, my dog kept getting old and Jack kept being irresponsible. Nothing changed.”
…..

Wake up

Take a piss

Take a shower

Get Dressed

Turn the TV on

Maybe eat breakfast

Drive to work or take the Train to school

Drive home or take the Train home

Watch the TV

Eat Dinner

Do homework or activity of interest

Maybe go out with friends

Sleep

By Tim Bright

Adventually Wondering

Adjacent to the sun and moon lies a town that is more or less common than anywhere else.

As Thomas is hustling to James house, he mutters to himself “ I hope that cheeky bastard is ready to go.” When Thomas gets to James place he yells from the front yard, “ Come on you slug, we’ll be late.”

James sticks his head out the window and replies, “Alright, alright. Hold your horses. I’ll be out in a jiff. Give me a second Thomas. After a few minutes James comes bustling out of the house.

“James that wasn’t a second, that was almost twenty minutes. We’ll be lucky if the old man is still there.”

“Alright, alright. I’m sure he’ll still be there, I can’t imagine the old timer will be in hurry. Remember last time, they had to call the constable to get him out of the pub. So, are you going to ask him your question?”

“To tell you the truth James, I don’t know. I’m quite unsure as to how to ask him without getting another riddle.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you. That old man is a Tricky Fucker.” The two men laugh as they walk through the entrance of the pub.

As Thomas and James enter the pub, the old man is about to share his story. He begins:

“Beauty is a wonderful thing and should never be taken for granted. Especially for people like Marty Benjamin, who can’t see beauty. Even if it were right in his face he would have no clue. One day Marty saw a shooting star and made a wish to see Beauty. After making the wish Marty couldn’t wait to see the results. Days went by and no results came, Marty felt cheated. So after days of frustration, he decided to go on a journey to find the fallen star, maybe he could find the reason why his wish did not come true. Upon Marty’s journey there were several mishaps that made Marty want to turn around. Marty knew he needed to go and find the beauty, so these problems didn’t prevent him. The most important dilemma that Marty encountered was a young boy who had fallen from a tree. The boy was unconscious and bleeding profusely, because when he fell he hit his head on a giant boulder. Marty rushed the boy to the center of town and everyone gathered to help the boy. Luckily there were enough responders who answered Marty’s cries. Days went by and the boy slowly recovered. Marty asked the boy why he had climbed the tree. The boy said that he wanted to see the sunset and moonrise. The best view is from the top of the tree. Marty decided to see the sunset and the moonrise from the top of tree. Later that day he had climbed the tree to watch the sun kiss the horizon and transform into the moon. While watching the transition from day to night, A revelation came over Marty, he seen the beauty and realized it was all around him. Beauty could be heard in every song, he could smell it in any fragrance, he could feel it in his heart, he could taste it with every kiss, and he could see it right in front before him, with the setting sun.”

The story received a round of applause. The old man retired to the corner. Thomas approached the old man and offered to buy him a beer. The old man nodded and welcomed him to his table. Thomas asked the old man his age. The old man responded, “I’m as old as the green emerald herself, but I haven’t seen as many years as her.”

Thomas sighs, and says, “That sounds old.” The old man stares at him in the face and grins. Thomas clears his throat and asked the old man, how he knew so many stories and if they are real. The old man laughs and said:

“The fields are really green, especially when the women are mean. The fields are really green, especially when the women are mean. If women treat you right
, then the fields are never seen.”

“Well, my son. I am off. It’s a long journey for me tomorrow and I should get my rest. Farewell, son.” Immediately after the old man leaves the pub, James approaches Thomas and asks what happened.

Thomas doesn’t quite know how to respond to James. Thomas said, “I suddenly don’t feel so well. I’m going home, but I’ll tell you tomorrow.” The sudden sickness that came over Thomas was simply bewilderment. Hoping to get closer to understanding the old man just caused Thomas great confusion. While walking he tried to make sense of what the old man told him. After constant overlapping thought, he reached a solution. Thomas believed he understood the old man, however, he was still unsure about his notion. Thomas decided to test his idea, by causally telling James. Depending on James response he would know if he was right or wrong.

The next day James came to Thomas’s house to see if he was all right. Thomas told James he was feeling much better. James thought it splendid that his friend is feeling well. James recaps, “man, you missed a great crack last night! Right after you left Jenny came in pissed and caught Patrick flirting with another woman! Oh man, she had is ass for that!”

Thomas responded, “that sounds like it must have been a piss to see.”

“You know it. You had to be there though.” James asked, “Thomas, what’s on your mind?”

Thomas said, “I know what I have to do.”

“Oh yeah and what is that?”

“Well, it’s quite simple, I just need to leave, set out on my own journey, and see the world. First, I’m going to start with this beautiful country. I’ve decided to set out in three days time. You should come with me and it will be grand!”

“Thomas not only is that a ridiculous idea, but I think you’re an idiot. Why should I leave the safety of my home to set out on a ridiculous quest? I don’t see the logic in it. Especially since you’re basing this all on stories you hear from some kooky old man, who comes around once a year, and tells fibs. I’m staying here.”

“Well be that as it may James, I am going and you should reconsider.” Three days passed and Thomas set off to find the answer he needed.

“Well, lads, that is enough for today. I should head back home before the missus gives me a good licking.”

“Ah, come on! You can’t do that. What happened to Thomas? Come on, come on. Just tell us a little more.”

“Lads, if I tell you everything now, then there won’t be anything to tell tomorrow.”

As the old man is heading out of the pub, a young man stops him and asks, “Are you Thomas?”

The old man chuckles and says, “Lad, I am just an old man.” In an admiring tone, he says, “I am certainly not as courageous and adventurous as Thomas.”

“Ah rats, well good night, old man.”

The old man steps outside and stares up at the stars. Then begins walking home. “Excuse me, wait a second.” An out of breath young man catches up to the old man during his walk. “Hello, pleasure to meet you! My name is Garrett.”

“Nice to meet you, lad. I’d love to stay and chat, but I really need to get home, or my wife is going ring my ear off.”

Garrett says, “I understand, James. It was a pleasure thank you for the story!”

The old man gives him a look and says, “I’ve been married to the old bat for fifty years. She can wait a few minutes for me. Lad, you said your name is Garrett? It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Garrett asked James why he told Thomas’s story and not Thomas.

“Well son, I tell the story because I am still here. Unfortunately, for Thomas, god rest his soul, he has passed away some time ago.”

“Oh my, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“No, don’t be sorry. Thomas wouldn’t want anyone to be sorry. He lived a rich life with many adventures.”

“That’s grand, I’m happy to hear that about Thomas!”

“Son, you remind me of him.”

“Really? Wow, in what way?”

“Your inquisitive nature to start with. Thomas always was a curious fellow.” He chuckled, “I remember one time, when we were young lads of about nine, Thomas got the idea that when no one is looking cows suck their own udders. So one day, he went out to Old Francis’s farm to watch the cows. Jesus, he went out there for a couple weeks to try and catch them in the act, however, no such luck. It didn’t bother him though. Anyway, that’s how he is. Thomas just did what he wanted to do. Well son, if you promise to not tell anyone, I will tell you a secret about Thomas.”

“Oh, please do. I swear I’ll keep it a secret.”

“Okay, very good. When Thomas left on his excursion, the old man who came to our village stopped coming. I like to believe when Thomas set out on his adventure, he replaced the old man. Like when Thomas’s story began, the old man’s ended. After he left, I saw him maybe once a year. Although, he always had amazing stories of all the exotic places he visited and interesting people he met. Thomas told us many things of the world. It was very impressive. We had no idea how vast this globe is. He brought the world to us. Thomas was true storyteller and adventurer. In fact, he was renowned for his craft.”

“Did you ever regret not going with Thomas?”

“To tell you the truth lad, I was a little jealous, but I realized that I wouldn’t have been able to leap from village to town, town to city, country to country.”

“Why? That sounds marvelous!”

“Well lad, when Thomas left we were about the same age as you. I was quite timid and immature. I was still studying at the university and I just couldn’t see the logic in going. Everything I needed was here and I didn’t need to seek out some deeper understanding. If I would have gone with Thomas, I would have never meet Emily and we wouldn’t have had our wonderful children. Lad, life has been good for me. Certainly a long beautiful journey not quite the same as Thomas’s journey, but good to say the least! Overall, I’m happy with my decision!”

“You said Thomas died a while back, did he have a beautiful funeral? I imagine the service must have been quite the ceremony, him being a renowned man and all.”

“Well lad to tell you the truth, life was good to Thomas. But there was no major memorial or service. Thomas faced many hardships. Especially, towards his last days, when he was ill. Thomas couldn’t travel that much because his sickness prevented him from doing so which was a real shame, because Thomas was meant to be out wandering, meeting people, and just enjoying life. Since he wasn’t traveling, he slowly deteriorated. Not just physically, but spiritually. Many people who had heard of Thomas or met him were slowly forgetting about him. They couldn’t decipher that he was a real person. They just thought he was a fictional character. Every once in a while his name would come up in conversation or a story, but people didn’t know which he was.”

“That’s horrid, I can’t believe people just forgot about him. Why didn’t you try to take care of him?”

“I’m sorry, Garrett. Emily and I tried, but Thomas said no. He thought it wouldn’t be fair to our son. You see, Emily just gave birth and she needed to take care him. I needed to work to support the household, so Thomas just refused to let us help him. We pleaded with him. He thought it a selfish thing to take a mother and father’s attention from their baby child. Anyway, Thomas told us, he was going to stay with his Uncle in Galway. The thing about Thomas is he is horrible liar. I knew he didn’t have an Uncle in Galway, but I just let myself believe him. There was no use trying to reason with him. He was more stubborn than a mule. That was the last time I ever saw Thomas. Unfortunately, I didn’t know it then.”

“I’m truly sorry about Thomas. He sounds like a great fellow.”

“Gerry, oh, I’m sorry, Garrett. A couple of months went by, and I received a telegram in the mail. It was a letter from Thomas saying:

‘I appreciate our friendship. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend then you.

The fields are really green, especially when the women are mean. The fields are really green
, especially when the women are mean. If you treat the women right
, then the fields are never seen

Love Always, Thomas S’

I thought the letter a bit odd. I wanted to figure out if Thomas was okay. Luckily, there was a return address on the envelope of the telegram. It was from Wicklow. I told Emily that I needed to find go to Wicklow to see if Thomas was okay. This was great for me. Not only did I get to see my friend, but also I get a little me time. Emily was pregnant again so she was using her hormones as an excuse to be difficult. The decision was easy. I took the train to Wicklow, went to the post office, and asked about Thomas.

The mail clerk told me, the man was very ill and had specific instructions on sending the letter. He wanted us to hold it for seven months before mailing it. I asked, ‘do you know where he is?”

The mail clerk told me, “I’m a mail clerk and not a fortuneteller.” 
After wandering around asking everyone I seen about Thomas, I decided to just call it quits. I still had an hour before my train got to town, so I decided to go to the pub to have a pint or two. Over the loud noise, I overheard a familiar story. In fact, it was remarkably similar to a story Thomas would tell. So after the man told his story, I asked him where he heard it. Of course he gave me a witty riddle:

The man who stares at the sun, might see the sun, but he doesn’t see and that no fun.

I had no time for riddles, so I offered to buy him a few pints and a hot meal. Of course, he shared that he heard it from a sick traveller, out in the house that sits alone by the tree. Once again, this was of no help because I had no idea where it was. I bought him a few more pints. Finally, he scribbled down the address for me. I went to the address and it was as he said. I got to the door and knocked. No answer. I started yelling. No answer. Then I just walked into the house. There was an old lady sitting by a fire, rocking in the chair. I said hello, but she didn’t respond. So I patted her on the shoulder and she nearly jumped through the roof of the house.

She pulled out a pad and wrote hello. 
I realized she was deaf of hearing. So I wrote down why I came out there. 
She told me everything. There was a charming man, who wrote his stories out for her and he was great company. He was terribly ill, though, and a couple of months earlier he died in his sleep. She said he was buried out under the tree.

I went outside to the tree to seek out his grave. Engraved on the tree is: Here lies Thomas S, the ill traveller. Well that was that.”

“Wow, that’s intense I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yes son, I am too. After all this time, I reached an understanding and that’s that. Thomas loved the life of telling stories and traveling. He just loved everything and everyone. We are the ones he needed, because he needed to tell his stories and hear our stories. He was always there for us, especially when we needed entertainment or advice through a scripted poem or folklore. It kills me though, to think of him as a myth a fictional character. He was real.

“Lad, it’s quite strange how we treat these storytellers. It’s like we worship them and their stories, and we love them, but when they stop telling their stories then we just disregard them and dispose of all the wonderful memories they created for us. Well, lad, I must go to the missus. She will have my hide if I’m anymore late than I am now. I’ll leave you with this bit of advice:

The man who walks alone should not be pitied. 
In fact, we should greet him with a friendly hello
. If he shares a story, offer him supper and a warm pillow. Next time you see a man alone, give him a friendly hello.”