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Smoking Guns and Mirrors
The looking glass is only a mirror which happens to look back at you, but only when you look at it first. It is not shy at all to show wrinkles; circles around the eyes; and, all the other signs of an aging curse. It is why I shattered one many years ago and I placed all the broken pieces in a miscellaneous drawer. I vowed not to look at myself in disgust; in contempt; with regret,... and especially in anger, anymore. My pain channeled thoughts of putting a gun to my head. But, I didn't own any guns so I perished the thoughts instead. Today I found the box the broken mirror was in and began to put all the pieces back together again, I began at the corners and worked toward the middle...with the larger pieces first; then later the little. I wanted to see what I would see. I was ready to take a chance...at a glance, to find out if it was the same old me. I grew a mustache and goatee to cover the scars from some of the dumb things I did in my life...like fighting in bars. To my surprise, the turbid signs around my eyes had disappeared. I suppose from the lack of women, cigarettes and beer. I don't know what happened, but like magic the aging curse was gone. My snarly expression had found a new home.
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