Beaten
You read someone's blog, and you enjoy their writing. You've never met them, just their words, but you feel like you know them. You are reviewing your blogroll for updates you see Oblivio, hmm I haven't visited for a while. I hope he has posted something new, I love the way he writes. His page starts to load there is a picture, he doesn't often post pictures, your internet connection is a dialup the photo appears segment by segment oh what's happened to Michael, his face is bloody. God he's been beaten. He's explaining that he's okay and what happened. You want to speak. Oh god that's awful, the bastards, are you sure you're okay. You want him to know that you care, that you are outraged, but his face just stares back at you and his words are raw just like his wounds. Oh shit, I'm so sorry I hope the pain passes quickly. Yes you should have immediately put ice on your face. I hope your recovery is a quick one. Yea and don't ever let that happen again. You say the words but you know there are no guarantees. Damn.
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Poor Oblivio, what an awful story and even worse picture. Gues this was one of those "random acts of violence" we hear so much about huh. You just never consider yourself to be the random one.
I loved his baked potato monolog though, thought I was the only one who had ridiculous conversations like that in my head. That was a riot!
He's great isn't he. He says out loud things most of us just think and he says them well. He always makes me laugh, or cry, or just reflect on my own life and isn't that what good writing is supposed to do.