Re: Hector's Crusade

April wasn’t the only one I learned from.

A stringed instrument was resting on my chin, my fingers dancing on the strings and the bow moving. I had no clue what the name of this instrument was, nor the name of the song I was playing, I couldn’t read music, I just practiced the finger and wrist movements enough time. Last time carpal tunnel was this bad was when I was 13 and realized girls having cooties was a good thing. Even though I didn’t know what I was doing, I acted the part right.

Smiles, ohs, ahs, applauds. They ate it up.

And there she was. The woman that would always have an important place in my heart (notice how I never a good or bad place, I specifically said important). She was wearing a purple corset beneath a black dress. Her eyes though, I’ve never seen green eyes. Was she playing mind games with me? ‘Never chase’ she said, but she was so beautiful she was catching the attention of women, how could you not chase? Thankfully she came up to me.

“You’ve done quite well, I didn’t know you could play an instrument,” she said
“Neither could I, I found out about two days ago,” and this is the part where I was suppose to walk away, but I just…couldn’t.

So I sat there with a dorky smile on my face looking at the ground occasionally, just like I was back in junior high. I was getting angry with myself now and I’m not that hard to read. Giving her a  distasteful smile, I walked over to the bar.

This is where I learned another important lesson.

His name was Lord Ryland, a veteran of the Galactic Civil War that earned his title almost the same way I did. He had a drink in his hand that could make you get drunk by the smell alone and he was sniffing a white powder off a small spoon that he later concealed in his jacket.

“Let me tell you something,” he said in a way as if I cared, “I saw you with that pretty little blonde over there.”
“Yeah, and?”
“Never lie to them, any of them,” he said, “women aren’t human like we are, they can pick up on bulls***. Always be honest. The truth is…..easier…wiser…funner.”

I wasn’t sure if funner was a word or not, but I caught onto what he was saying and well, the old drunk stoner is right.