Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012

Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012
Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas at Luche Libre Taco Shop in San Diego, March 2012

Thursday, August 20, 2015

His Life Had Ended On That Day As Well

He had everything he owned in a small green gunny sack
Upon his release from prison he'd been given it back
 As he walked along the street he contemplated suicide
Maybe he would end it by all laying down on a railroad track
Then they would have to find a new failure to crucify

He felt like an actor in a play that nobody would pay to see
It had been a long time since he had felt anything but misery
A long time ago in a place he could vaguely recall
Life was grand
Life was a dream
Nothing could ever go wrong
Nothing would ever change
Now all he had left of that life were bitter memories
Of how a fairy tale life became just another tragedy

Despite his best efforts the events of that fateful night
Played themselves out in his ever-grieving mind
The screeching brakes, the crunching metal, the bright light
When they cut him out of the car he thought he was blind
But it was just dried blood from his wounds blocking his sight

Strapped down to a gurney and hustled into an ambulance
He heard voices speaking of the couple in the other car
They had been coming home from a high school dance
He had just left his favorite bar
The crash happened seconds later, he hadn't driven far

The officers who showed up at the hospital stood grimly stoic
This was not a part of the job they considered heroic
The younger one handed him back his wallet
The older one said
They had some difficult news
 The couple in the car he'd hit
Wasn't going to pull through
His mind refused to hear the words, he couldn't get a grip
The room spun violently, he felt dizzy, he felt sick

The trial was unbearable, a courtroom full of despair
The young girls parents both looked dead inside
His own parents could not find the strength to be there
It had only been a few months since their youngest had died
They couldn't bear the trial of the son who had taken his life

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