Day 3: a letter to a movie character
burningeden is a far far better man than I. She made it (just) in time last night, while I was unable to post my daily letter. Nevermind that I was hobbled, my discolored and bruises ankle swaddled in ice packs, slowed by painkillers. No. Never you mind.
Dear Jack,
I am sure you hate to relive that day -losing Harry must still hurt, even though over 15 years have passed. Still I have to tell you what an impact you had on my life.
My mom got me one of those little salmonella turtles from off the street in Chinatown; he rocked back and forth in time to the Speed soundtrack, so I named him after you. Jack's tank was on my desk, under the collage I made of you and Annie (that was her name right?). Oh how I wanted to be you. You looked so cool with your short hair, in a white tshirt and black kevlar vest. You got the girl and you were so damn cool doing it.
I let mom think it was the other way around - that I wanted to be Annie and wanted to win you - but I know that you knew how it really was.
So, pop quiz hotshot. A teenager finds a hero to emulate, who she can pretend to crush on. What'd'ya do, huh?
What. do. you. do?
R