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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4426 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Unique Dane Hebert “You don't understand! I could've had class. I could've been a contender. I could've been somebody . . . “ Marlon Brando, On The Waterfront (1954) ~ And I could’ve been Hemmingway, running with the bulls. Boozing with floozies and smoking good Cubans. Through it all he managed to write a novel or two. I just don’t like how he composed his own final chapter. And I could’ve been Elvis, dazed. High on drugs, sex, and mayonnaise; eating peanut butter, bacon, and banana sandwiches on healthy whole wheat toast. Through it all he was crowned a king by his fans and managed to sing a song or two. I just don’t like how he played the lyrics in his final days. And because of these and others I have learned contentment in knowing who I am. I could’ve been: The Dahli Lama, reincarnate of Leary, or Houdini roasting a weenie on Hollowed Eve. Jim Jones, on his throne, Applewhite, on the tail gate of Hale-Bopp, or Charlie, ruling communes from his cell. Could’ve been but I was born to live the rebirth of being myself. |
