I was thinking today about the Iran hostage story and Avery’s question regarding who gets to tell what story and it occurred to me that one story could be told by two (or more) people and it would be a completely different story. For example I told the story of the attempted rescue of the Iranian hostage and so did the guy who planned the whole operation in his book, James H. Colonel Kyle, The Guts To Try Our stories of the same story are very different.

Now the soldier was on that plane that went to rescue the hostages and if he told this story it would also be different so there is no stepping on anyone’s toes here. I mean, I know Avery was talking about something else. She was talking about invading a person’s privacy but I am trying to make this other point which I have promised the soldier I’d do several times now so this is my segue.

He wants you to know that my story of us is not his story. My story is my version, his is different. For example I have written that we broke up because I called him a cock and this is true. That is exactly what happened, however if he told the story he would explain I did not just call him a cock. It was the waaaaay I called him a cock. It was the look on my face and the nuance from his perspective that did us in and how can I tell you that version, hmm? I can’t see my face.

In my mind, I was just going off like a rocket per my usual 19-year old self but to him it was something much more depressing which added up to the straw that broke the camel’s back which reminds me of this song… David Lindley’s

Tu-Ber-Cu-Lucas And The Sinus Blues (click to listen)

“Doctor told me son you’re livin’ too fast
One more rockets’ gonna be your last
But I want to ball, what can I do
I’ve got the Tu-Ber-Cu-Lucas And The Sinus Blues…”

Poor P shot her last rocket, huh? Poor, poor, P…