... and the barrel waits...
23 years
23 years I had dreamt of this exact moment
And here I was, outside, having a smoke, and the only other
person smoking next to me is Edward Louis Severson III. Four feet away, in a
suit, like me. He was probably thinking, ‘why does this fool keep looking at me
and smiling?’
The thing is, I pictured the moment very differently.
Maybe in some dive bar. Late one night. Drunk.
I had even planned it out.
I would first ask permission to speak to him.
Then, I would show him the picture on my phone. Of my daughter.
Then I would tell him that when I was 18 I has seriously contemplated taking my
life one night.
The only saving grace… the only one I could related to… was the voice coming
out of my stereo,
“Oh and the barrel waits, trigger shakes, aimed right at my head…
Won’t you help me? Help me from… MYSELF!!!”
I wanted to tell him that the picture of the beautiful girl he saw, of the
happy man standing there, was all possible thanks to him. Just knowing that
someone else felt the exact same way was enough.
But how does one say that to someone, when that person is being introduced to
glad-hand the high-roller-donors at his wife’s charity?? It’s neither the time
nor the place. I finished my smoke, and I went inside. I knew I had done the
right thing. “It wasn’t the right moment.”
For the next few months as one celebrity after another kept passing, I kept
regretting not having said anything. Few months later, through dumb luck I am
literally standing next to Mike McCready, but he’s in mid conversation with
friends and family, about to go into an elevator to the VIP area with Matt,
Stone, and Jeff, right before the Hall of Fame.
So I kept my mouth shut.
I kept wondering, maybe I should write this in a letter and send a nice bottle
of Barolo with it to TenClub in Seattle and maybe he would get it.
Then it hit me today.
I don’t need to do any of that. None of that matters. I am
grateful.
But much more important to me, is to have the next 18yr old (or 81yr old) who
feels lost or helpless, to know that there is someone else out there who felt
the same way.
So I created
https://solat.blog
This site is in no way shape or form affiliated with Pearl Jam, and if anyone
has any issues I will gladly change those images / references.
I am no web-designer. I am open to feedback/suggestions.
The site, like me, will always be a work in progress.
But it was the best way I could find to keep/allow for completely anonymous
commentary.
I am not medically trained. But I am here. And this is for the Faithfull.
Maybe today, you look at someone famous and seemingly happy, whose own family didn’t
know his inner struggles, and you think of your own struggles and inner demons…
just know…
Oh we all got scars, and we can help you too.
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