Pylo the Pylon - A sad tale inspired by Husky - Page 12

On September 15 2010 05:35 Tha_Docta wrote:
Il never forget one lonesome night not long ago. My parents had just gotten a divorce and I was going through a really rough time. I had already had a pretty fucked up childhood, my parents were never around to begin with, but when they were, I was always awake to hear my father mercilessly and drunkenly beating my mother, then raping her in the room over for me and my brother to hear. That is, until my brother went to jail for selling narcotics two years ago, I havent seen him since, then it was just me. I got into drugs really early on. I found it such an easy way to escape. I didnt have to think about the bullshit that is life while I was doping myself.

But truthfully, you can only run for so long, eventually, we all sober up. Finally one night, I had enough, I was coming down from an opium binge, and I just fucking jumped out my second story bedroom window, cracked my ankle doing it, but at least i was the hell out of the fucked up shithole that was the house I was living in. That night I scored some cheap heroin from a so called friend of mine and was busy snowballing with the rest of my coke in the alley way behind Fourth and Broadway.

Looking back at that time, I was so fucked up out of my mind, I just didnt give a shit what was going on around me. All I wanted to do was secede from existence by numbing myself in to oblivion. I had simply lost hope in humanity. We were all evil. We are all animals at heart and will only do what benefits ourselves. Regardless of the supposed good you see around you, you are all too naive to recognize the selfishness, the gluttony, and the vanity that truly drives it all. We pretend to be such noble beings, building libraries and schools, then exclude those who arent worthy, faction up to ostracize everyone else, then grab whatever you can and do anything to keep it.

My shirt was spotted with blood from the last of the coke I was doing. At that point, it had been mixed down to so much base material I was pretty much just snorting inositol, manitol, and corn starch. No wonder my nose was bleeding so much, but it started raining, so I figured it would wash out and I decided to get a move on.

I stopped at a liquor store on Lindon to drown the rest of my sorrows, and hopefully black out the fact that I just no longer cared what happened to me, or where the fuck (or even if) I would wake up the next day. I dont remember what happened the rest of that night, but I do remember coming back to some form of consciousness in the middle of a street. I open my squinted eyelids, and averted my eyes from the blinding headlights of the limo shining me down. That was the moment. Its forever ingrained in my mind. At the time I was too fucked up to appreciate it, but as time passed it would infect my mind more and more.

That was the moment I first me Pylo

He reached his hand down to me. For the first time in god knows how long, I felt the warmth of another. Merely being in his presence seemed to empower me.

Il never forget the words he spoke. "Son, I dont know how you came to be where you are, nor does it matter. The only thing you need to know, is that the Universe ultimately unfolds exactly as it should, all that you have been through can be taken as you wish, for you can use it as a crutch, or a ladder. You can allow your past to continue to dictate your life, or you can use its lessons to live how you wish. You can use it to embolden yourself, because our surroundings are only a reflection of ourselves. The power is, and always had been, in your hands. Use it, for you are divine."

He helped me up, took me to the hospital to detox, and fix my now infected ankle. He then drove me back to my broken home, no questions asked. His words slowly sunk in as I continued to live my life. Eventually, they would come to rule my actions. I was never the same after meeting Pylo. I cleaned myself up, went to community, then grad school, and am now successfully married with children. I own four premium rehab clinics across the east coast and I did it all by myself. I seized my future, I chose my fate.

But I wonder where I would be now, if I had never met Pylo on that fateful night...