I trust the weirdos

the ones not trying to look cool or suave or shaking their swagger at the club

The ones with the Tom Cruise looks and Mel Gibson stature

probably part of a cult or twisted frame of mind that had to buckle under the pressure.

I’m into the strange, awkward disheveled people who are brave enough to bare their souls and trip over every curb with just enough grace to laugh it off without anyone the wiser.

I used to think that the hard body and acoustic guitar would put me into the entourage that my brother made mandatory and my father would give a nod…

but as age settles in and witnessing the alcohol, coke and arrogance taking over a bitter soul,

I find my less than pristine attributes make for an easier life, and less to fear.

I trust the weirdos

the ones who stand alone and crack up at the sound of their own bad habits without the need to play it down.

the ones who don’t shave their legs or freak out at a new wrinkle after a night not slept.

In bed by 9 and tipsy after three, maybe four beers makes for an interesting life in my book.

I’ll pass over the shots of whatever new cosmic concoction invented and pop song on the radio.

I used to think that all would pass me by if I didn’t wear the right thing or have friday night plans made by tuesday, but that shit gets tired and so do I by 9:15.

As long as I have a good man by my side and a cocktail without a catchy name, I’m good, even if my young proteges think me boring.

Leave the trendy to the young and I can impress them better with my recollection of the new album that just dropped on Spotify or iTunes or whatever digital device these kids are into now a-days.

I honor the weirdo.

The ones my sister would never approve of and my mama rolls her eyes at, doing their work and paving their way.

I am that weirdo….

….. and finally time has let me admit it, honor it and embrace it so as to let go of trying to be less awkward in the face of those cool dudes, younger than I…

with so much left to learn..

the cool ones that roll their eyes at me.

I trust the weirdos.

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