story of an artist
- Tyler Bauer
- Dec 7, 2022
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 8, 2022
he kept his life work
in an old cigar box
under a box spring
mattress
where he slept
for 47 years
13 rifles
6 trucks,
3 cars
2 DUI charges
5 mutts
2 ex-wives
3 abortions
8 vacations to Florida
2 packs of Marlboro reds a day
and
a monthly pension of $2,830
his first wife,
took half
then
his second wife,
took half
now
a shriveled heap
of bone and wrinkled flesh
with a failing liver and
lungs fuzzy with
cancer
he pulled out
that tiny pine box
once housing stogies
inside it were
a collection of tapes,
yellowed pages,
guitar picks.
it was the tapes he
most treasured.
in those plastic
rectangles
were his dreams,
the dream he said he
would come back to
one day
pressing play
he smiled and sang
along
still smiling
he grabbed his Remington
12-gauge shotgun,
put the polished barrel in his mouth,
and squeezed
the buckshot sprayed into his cancer
ridden skull
as the tape played
for the last
time
ever
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