Resistance

By Janesays

Come with me. I will take your hand. Let me gaze on your breast until my eyes burn. Bring me one more drink.

I once asked myself why I fight for good when I can make so much more money doing the wrong thing. Last year we were in the middle of horrific money problems (the kind that take your house) and it all would have all gone away with just one year of working for the dark side. I got a job offer that would have fixed it all. That same night I had a dream. In my dream I was standing in a courtroom, arguing to a judge about a case. It was an impassioned plea on behalf of my client. As I caught my breath, I glanced at opposing counsel while remembering the art of lawyering involves connecting to the jury. I turned to face the jury and saw that they were all dolphins — sitting up straight in their human chairs and watching my next move with genuine interest. It is hard to ignore signs when they are sent to you.

Can I ignore you? I think you lie to me. I am sure you must. How else could you do this? Bring me one more drink.

When you are faced with a crossroad you have many options. You can stay the course you are on, or go a different direction and hope for the best. I understand this and yet tonight I am unable to face my own fortune. I know that when I turn left I will learn something about myself that I did not understand before. The last bend in the road taught me to face my fears, and that I can really stay up for three days straight and drink. I found out that it takes a lot to kill me, and that I have many blessings to give and get. Does anyone even read this shit?

You are so beautiful it hurts to look at you. When I really saw you last I drove this guy home and he told me he has a hard time concentrating when he talks to you. That is what you are. Why lie?

There are a lot of judges and juries yet to convince. Most of all, there are not enough warriors who can take it and bring it again the next day. I recognize them when I see them and we give each other a knowing look and tilt of the chin. I like to think the universe will reward me the way other lawyers are rewarded with fat bank accounts and fast cars. Maybe it already has.

Bring me that drink.