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TITLE (EDIT)
Magic Man |
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AUTHOR
Abbie Angel |
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
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[August 2004] |
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Magic Man
Abbie Angel
This is Abbie Angel again. Today I saw a man die. Nobody cared and he died alone in a dirty back alley; he died in a gray world: broken gray concrete, in the shadows of gray, crumbling buildings that died long ago. Even the day was gray; pewter skies crying a cold drizzle, as if cleansing the man's soul, preparing him for a quiet death. He was homeless and drained of all dignity. Nourished by a bottle, he probably died from the bottle he clutched lovingly in his arms. I heard him take his last breath as life left. It was his destiny, I suppose, to die this way. I said some prayers for him and went on my way. Dying, I guess, isn't an easy thing to do.
I couldn't find any food in the dumpsters last night and I couldn't find any stores that were giving things away as samples. I couldn't sleep because I was so hungry. I tried walking, but the world is a bad place at night; at least the cities are. People make the world a dangerous place to live. I clung to the shadows and once, when a police car went by, I hid behind some trash cans. There was a 7-Eleven store open but I didn't go near it because another police car was in the parking lot. I have nobody to turn to in this world. My grandparents are too old to take me in; besides, they live in nursing homes somewhere in the Midwest. I am an only child and I don't even have any aunts or uncles; at least, none that I know of.
School is starting up already, and I wonder if my classmates will miss me. I doubt it. When Steve moved in and started doing things to me and mom, I just sort of became a loner, you know? I felt like avoiding people because I was afraid that somehow they could look into my eyes and see how he was beating my mom and sometimes me. I shunned my friends and mostly just hung out in parks by myself. Sometimes I went on long walks. I thought about a lot of things last night. I even thought about dying; about just finding a quiet place to lie down and let the hunger take over. I wondered who would find my body, just like I wondered who would find that homeless guy's body. Today with DNA and things, they would know who I was and could call my mom to tell her. I didn't like that, so I decided not to give up. Why is it so hard to live? It’s hard to live and it’s hard to die. At least with living, you still have choices. When you’re dead, you have no options left. Alive, I can change my life, however hopeless it may seem to be. People have the power to change it.
I walk into the depth of the night, thinking, and my stomach hurts from not eating. Before first light, in that magic time between dark and dawn, traffic starts to pick up as the city awakens. The sun is a pale orange smudge to the East and I keep walking. Eventually, the downtown streets are bustling with people. I get this crazy thought: I stand on a corner, across the street from where a black guy is selling pearl necklaces, and I start singing.
Cold, late night so long ago
when I was not so strong you know
A pretty man came to me
I never seen eyes so blue
You know, I could not run away it seemed
we'd seen each other in a dream
Seemed like he knew me....he looked right through me....yeah
Get this—a guy walks by and hands me $5! He gave me money for my singing. I keep singing the same song because it was one of my favorites. My dad liked the song and he had the CD. I sing some more of it.
"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile
"you don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile
But try to understand...try to understand
Try, try, try to understand.....I'm a magic man"
Winter nights we sang in tune
Played inside the months of moon
"Never think of never..let this spell last forever"
Well, summer lover passed to fall
tried to realize it all
Mama says she's worried..growing up in a hurry
"Come on home, girl" Mama cried on the phone
"Too soon to lose my baby yet, my girl should be at home"
But try to understand....try to understand
Try, try, try to understand..he's a magic man, Mama...ah...he's a magic man
More people walk by and give me money! Even the guy across the street hawking those necklaces claps as I add a little dance to my singing.
"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile
"I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child"
But try to understand...try to understand..
Oh...oh....try, try, try to understand....
He's a magic man....oh....he's got the magic hands
(solos) OoooOooo's over top
"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile
"You don't have to love me yet, let's get high awhile"
But try to understand....try to understand
Try, try, try to understand...he's a magic man.....yeah...oh......
I collected $59.66 from singing! I sang three songs and made enough money so that I won’t starve! The black guy comes across the street to tell me that I have a beautiful voice and I can really dance. He wants to know if I want to team up with him. He sells necklaces while I sing and dance. I told him that I am just passing through but I buy a necklace from him for $5 and he’s happy over that.
I had a big breakfast—eggs, toast and fried ham, with lots and lots of coffee. Then I slept most of the day and found a place to wash up, then a library to write out this journal.
Well, I better be on my way. Maybe I can find a mall or something to sing there. Maybe there’s hope after all. If you believe in yourself and never give up.
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"nice turn of events angel, look forward to more of your quest, you do a nice job of describing things you run into along the way. hope you're getting close to nyc, the cold comes early up north." -- just a guy.
"Thanks for the readings. I don't know what will happen, but the reason I'm going to NYC is because there is an underground world there that the homeless go to when winter sets in. That song, by the way, is one of my favorites--Magic Man." -- abbie.
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STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
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