Chapter 3 : Roy Harp
Roy Harp is to the right. To the right, meaning if there was a poor soul walking around screaming pro-choice, he’d mount the highway bridge along the D.C. sniper and pierce the core of the liberal protestor—who probably was raped by her father and forced to carry out the pregnancy—and would feel he had done the world justice, by “saving a life”, irony. Roy has an inner wall of knowledge and self-confidence surrounding his heart. Those on the outside of the wall would find it lined with small grenades and promises of anguish, with no top of the wall insight. He holds dreams of finding a companion, however, is plagued with the same misery I hold, lack of capability on an educational, goal-oriented, financial, and physical level. Dreams of having peace and calmness within his life, dance just outside of his reach. He has a lot to offer and is willing to adjust to a person’s accommodations, in the event, that individual brings something heavy to the relationship table. Sad, how we as people are willing to take a little when we want a lot, and receive a little with open arms because we “felt” we had nothing in the beginning, and then we realize we had more at the start then what we ended up with once we are in the relationship.
In any particular situation, at any given time, right and wrong may blend or adjust as Roy sees fit, never mind the occasion, to justify the means he will alter reality to fit his perception. His great political answers on the front-end are presentable, precise, and believable-to those who do not know how to listen. Given the chance, Roy could sell you out of your house, job, and man, with a smile on his face and your blessing behind him. It is the mind of a thief and the appearance of a child that makes his presence so menacing. Let me not fool you, Roy is a great person, to those in which he cares for, however, he (or she) that falls short of the line of care, will see nothing more than an arrogant, elitist bent on harvesting political power and retaining no attachment to the rest of the world.
My dear, dear friend Roy has no idea how to handle emotion. Emotion for Roy is the greased pig on a summer’s day, the rainbow’s end, and the fountain of youth; all uncatchable, intangible, and unrealistic. If Nina or I could open his emotional flood gates, he may be able to “feel” thereby, care for people and value those relationships more…maybe.
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