Poster Boy
“Oh fuck!” Brian
rolled off the couch and onto the rug. It was about 5 am by the clock on
the computer desk, and he was stiff from sleeping on a couch whose length
was somewhat shorter than his own. He had, however, slept rather well, all
things considered, more sleep than he had had since that night at Babylon.
He had awoken a
couple of times and replayed that song on the stereo. Somehow it gave him
comfort that someone else could put into words what he was feeling but
couldn’t express. He felt less alone, knowing that the composer of “You Are
My Sunshine” must have experienced the same things he was going through
Another day of work
lay ahead, but he had lost some of the dread that he had felt the first day
or two. He knew that each day would be a little easier than the previous
one. He would reclaim his life, day by day and hour by hour.
He got up, showered
and decided to check his messages. There was one from Michael wanting to
know why he hadn’t come to Woody’s, one from Lindsay asking him to call her
and let her know that he was all right, and one from Justin saying he wanted
to pick up his belongings when Brian wouldn’t be there.
Brian listened to
the one from Justin with a strange detachment. He had known this would
happen and last night had prepared him on some level. The rage that he had
felt boiling through his body after Justin left with fiddle boy had forged a
band of steel around his heart. The song had cooled it into a sleek and
impermeable metal that he was sure nothing could breach. No one would hurt
him like that again.
He thought maybe he
would go to the diner for breakfast. Mikey would probably be there, Ted and
Emmett, and maybe even Justin. He wasn’t quite sure that he was ready for
that one.
“I can face them
all,” he said to himself. “I’ll prove that I can survive anything and come
out better than ever. Fuck ‘em all!”
He dressed
carefully, wanting to appear perfect, the old Kinney veneer rising to the
surface.
When he opened the
diner door, he took a deep breath and looked around. Michael, Ted and
Emmett were in their usual booth. No sign of Justin.
“Howdy boys,” Brian
said, as he slid into the booth beside Michael.
“Look who’s back,”
Ted smirked. “We thought you had abandoned us.”
“Ted, I’d never do
that to those less fortunate than myself.”
“I see nothing’s
changed. You’re as supercilious as ever.”
“My, my, you must
have been reading your Thesaurus. Such big words!”
“Will you two knock
it off,” Michael interrupted.
Brian stuck his
tongue in his cheek and rolled his eyes. Debbie walked over to the table.
She gave Brian a cursory glance, but said nothing directly to him. For that
he was grateful.
“What’ll it be,
boys?”
“Just coffee for
me, Deb,” Brian stated.
“Still watching
your figure?” she asked.
“Ha,” Brian
snorted. “If I don’t, nobody else will.”
“Especially now
that he’s back on the market,” Emmett added.
Brian gave him a
look, but said nothing.
“Eggs over easy,
bacon and toast,” Michael ordered.
“Make it two,” said
Ted.
“Three,” Emmett
added.
“Right. You sure
you don’t want something to eat?” Debbie asked Brian.
“Just coffee,” he
repeated. “I have to get to the office.”
Deb poured coffee
for each of them.
“Hey guys,“ Michael
started, “I have three framed posters of “Rage” from the bash at Babylon.”
Ted and Emmett
glanced at Michael and then at Brian.
Ted said, “Soooo?”
drawing it out for several syllables.
“I thought I’d put
one in the store, one in the apartment, and maybe one of you would like the
other one.”
“I live with you,”
said Emmett. “It’s my apartment too.”
“I’m not really
into comics,” Ted said.
“I’ll take it,”
Brian stated flatly.
All mouths dropped,
as they each stared at Brian in disbelief.
“We all know that I
am “Rage” and I happen to have a use for the poster.”
“What use?” Ted
wanted to know.
“One day you’ll
see,” said Brian enigmatically. “I have to get to the office.” Brian
started to get up.
“Want to take the
poster with you? They’re right over here,” Michael said, reaching behind
the counter.
“Great.” Brian
scooped up the poster. “See you at Babylon tonight,” and he was gone.
“What was that?” he
heard Emmett ask, as the diner door closed behind him.
He had pulled it
off. He was back, for all intents and purposes. Not one of them had had
the nerve to ask how he was or to mention Justin. He could play them as he
always had. They would never know that anything was wrong, and if he could
pretend long enough and hard enough, nothing would be wrong. He could
resume his old life. “The Iceman Cometh,” he thought. “Hell, the Iceman is
here.”
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He put the poster
in the Jeep and climbed in. He needed “Rage” to remind him of what had
happened, so that he would never let it happen again. He had given in to
love and feelings, and now he was suffering the consequences. “Rage” would
never let him forget, never let him slip into that trap again.
Brian carried
“Rage” into the office. He stopped at Cynthia’s desk.
“Do you have
something to hang this?” Brian asked, showing her the poster. “This is
Michael and Justin’s comic superhero.”
“Wow,” Cynthia
reacted. “I’ll be right in with what you need.”
Brian continued on
to his office. He knew where he wanted to hang “Rage”, right over the dent
in the wall from “You Are My Sunshine”. Sweet irony!
Cynthia brought in
a picture hanger and a hammer. Brian held “Rage” right where he wanted it,
right over the dent, and Cynthia marked the spot where the nail should go.
“I was going to ask
you about getting a repairman to fix the hole,” said Cynthia.
“Not necessary
anymore,” Brian observed.
“You just want to
leave it under the poster?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Interesting
looking character.”
“You think so?”
“Kind of reminds me
of someone.”
“Oh, who?”
“You.”
“Very observant.”
“You mean it is
you?”
“Not really me, but
based on me.”
“Are you kidding?”
Brian stuck his
tongue in his cheek and smirked.
“You’re serious.”
Cynthia looked at “Rage” more closely. “I’ll be damned.”
“I hope not.”
Cynthia chuckled.
“I better get back to my desk. Need anything?”
“Not at the
moment. Bring in the day’s agenda in about ten minutes.”
She nodded and
left, with one more glance at “Rage”.
Brian sat down
behind his desk. From the far wall “Rage” stared back at him. Rage may
have left his body, but its incarnation would be there all day, every day,
looking accusingly at him, making him
remember.
And he did not want
to forget. He wanted the raw memory to be constantly there, keeping him
focused, making him strong. He had survived many things in his life, and
this too could be overcome.
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Brian had one more
job to do before he could get down to work. He picked up the phone and
dialed a number.
Two rings and a
voice said, “Hello.”
Brian’s pulse
quickened. He had been hoping to leave a message. He replied, “Justin, you
left a message about picking up your things. I’m at work all day today and
tomorrow, so get your stuff whenever you want.”
“Thanks, I will.
But, Brian, I . . . I want to say I’m sorry.”
“You know what I
think of ‘sorry’.”
“Could we talk,
later, after I get situated?”
“I don’t think
there’s anything to say.”
“Of course there
is.”
“Communication was
our biggest problem. What good will it do to try and talk now?”
“I owe you a lot,
and I’m sorry that I hurt you.”
Brian grimaced and
pain welled up from the pit of his stomach.
“I need to talk to
you about my tuition and all the rest that I owe you,” Justin continued.
“We have a written
agreement that still carries on, so all you owe me is repayment after you
graduate and make your fortune...”
“You know there’s a
lot more to it than that.”
“There doesn’t need
to be. Pick up your belongings today or tomorrow and leave the key in the
mailbox. Don’t forget to set the alarm when you leave.”
“Like I’d ever
forget that again,” Justin said wryly.
“Then it’s settled
and finished.”
“But, Brian ...”
“Goodbye, Justin,”
and Brian hung up.
He wasn’t angry, he
wasn’t in agony, he wasn’t a blithering idiot. He had talked to Justin and
the world hadn’t stopped spinning on its axis. What had he expected?
Anticipation had been much worse than the actuality.
However, a new realization was beginning to form in his mind - the realization of a long, empty future ahead of him.
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