See, I have this weird thing that happens every once in a while and for the most part, I’ve outgrown it except when I haven’t. And now is one of those times. I can be loving on you like a big dog and then something happens (most times, I can’t even pinpoint what it is) and I’m just DONE. It’s sort of like the missing ingredient to a special recipe is no longer sold and the cake doesn’t taste as good anymore so you never make that cake again. (I hear strains of MacArthur Park playing in a galaxy far, far away ….)
Here’s the thing: Even though I know better than to believe crap spewed on the internets, I read something right before I went to see his show. And I don’t know why, but it stuck in my head. And I saw him in a different light from then on. It’s probably not true or a version of true but it was like a light switch flipped and, as BB King famously said “The thrill is gone, baby.”
He’ll be shattered, it’s true. I mean, losing the lust of some farty old chick in Maryland is pretty horrendous. That’s a given. Quite frankly, I don’t know how he’ll go on. But he will. We all do. Somehow. Some way.
Cookie hasn’t done anything untoward (in real life or some chick’s goofball facebook posting) and I restate my true love for all times. I should have never taken in another lovah, my sweet Cookie. Can you forgive me?