_________________________________________ / We were young and our happiness dazzled \ | us with its strength. But there was | | also a terrible betrayal that lay | | within me like a Merle Haggard song at | | a French restaurant. [...] | | | | I could not tell the girl about the | | woman of the tollway, of her milk white | | BMW and her Jordache smile. There had | | been a fight. I had punched her | | boyfriend, who fought the mechanical | | bulls. Everyone told him, "You ride the | | bull, senor. You do not fight it." But | | he was lean and tough like a bad | | rib-eye and he fought the bull. And | | then he fought me. And when we finished | | there were no winners, just men doing | | what men must do. [...] | | | | "Stop the car," the girl said. | | | | There was a look of terrible sadness in | | her eyes. She knew about the woman of | | the tollway. I knew not how. I started | | to speak, but she raised an arm and | | spoke with a quiet and peace I will | | never forget. | | | | "I do not ask for whom's the tollway | | belle," she said, "the tollway belle's | | for thee." | | | | The next morning our youth was a | | memory, and our happiness was a lie. | | Life is like a bad margarita with good | | tequila, I thought as I poured whiskey | | onto my granola and faced a new day. | | | | -- Peter Applebome, International | | Imitation Hemingway | | | \ Competition / ----------------------------------------- \ ^__^ \ (oo)\_______ (__)\ )\/\ ||----w | || ||