Wounded Knee

I just got home from a fun filled night…as the fashion show opened with the models on the runway, there I was tripping on 4 chairs and banging my knee on rough ground with champagne dripping everywhere and my self…quite an opening, I always make an entrance…whew…so here I am now, nursing the wound on my knee, it hurts like hell…at least now the soreness is not on my chest, its on my knee and the sting makes me cry…fuckin stilettos, my model friends were laughing, they’re like, ‘Tatum you’re not even drunk! Only you know how to make that kind of entrance’…sigh, I was laughing with tears in my eyes…now I have to live with new scars…scars that are visible to the eye…how the hell am I going to wear my minis now…o well…

After the show we just indulge on all the champagne they were serving, I had a little too much…my friends were telling me that I am so back, the klutz, the funny one who keeps teasing the girls and the guys…the lesbian in a straight and male gays crowd…it made me laugh...as my knees bled, my mouth is wet with white wine and my eyes feasted on a pool of good looking women and men…then we went to the radio station to promote my friends campaign…there I met interesting people, new faces, with new stories to tell, a comedian, an actress, a director, djs, a manager and a restaurant owner…I just love my job, it makes me shake hands to inspiring and beautiful people…I was teasing the director about the story that I wrote, that if he is interested I would like to write a movie script for a lesbian film…he was laughing…he probably thought of women clad in bikinis humping each other…I was a little tipsy but still trying to make sense…I was shaking his hand and wouldn’t let go, I told him I want to scoop out his gift so that I can use it for me as well…he was smiling…smiles, I love seeing it in people…it warms my alcohol drenched mind…

I was waiting for the radio show to end and the alcohol was dying down…I hate it when that happens, it bores the living shit out of me, then I start to brood…I started to notice intently the people around me, such treasures I want to share with somebody other than myself...in my head sparks memories, what if, what could have been, the why’s and the maybe’s…but its all washed away…another sigh came out from my breath…someday I said, someday…

I got home so tired an sleepy… thank god, finally I can rest my head…after a cold shower I will rest in my own candy colored dreams…my own, something I can call my own…