Fiction: Mr Fuckin’ Houdini
October 14, 2002This is just one part in a series of character and story development I wrote sometime before 2002. These sorts of things are really “for eyes only,” meaning: not for public release. But it’s included here “for enjoyment only.”
Thursday night was the night I knew that things would never work out between Kathy and I. Conclude what you will about that, but the magic I hear everyone talking about just wasn’t there. And it’s not that I hadn’t tried to create some either. But you see, magic is nothing more than an illusion of the mind. So, unless you already have all your tricks prepped and ready to go — you’re not going to pull a rabbit out from the hat, or any hat for that matter.
Kathy was different. She was the kind of girl that made me want to be magical. Yeah, yeah, call me a fairy or whatever. That’s the way I felt. So I tried. I was Mr Fuckin’ Houdini, but she just didn’t see it. I felt mighty foolish when she paid more attention to that fat-head Ben Donald than to me.