That Kind of Stuff

That Kind of Stuff

written by: Judge Burdon

I held it once, for only a few minutes, I had it right in my hands. I’m still not sure if it escaped my grasp or if I intentionally let it go. I’ll tell you this; if there was a small chance in hell to just touch it for a brief moment once again, I’d consider myself a lucky man. I bet there are plenty more sorry bastards out there just like me who screwed up their opportunity without knowing at the time what they had. Ya and it’s not like the Good Humor Man that comes around the block every day, it’s a rare and random happening, like finding money in the street or a cop giving you a break.
Do ya wanna know what really pisses me off? I’ve known some dopes, real jerks, who I believe are far less deserving than me, and it fell right in front of them, landed at their feet. Did they appreciate what they had? Hell no! I guess it came so easily to them without any effort, they thought it wasn’t anything valuable. So they wore it out, wasted it, used it up, disrespected its magic, abused its compassion.
Now think about it. There are others who search their entire life hoping to experience the enchantment embodied in a single breath of its mystic charm. Yet sadly, some may never come close to discovering the wonder of its splendor.
There’s been a few times when it was so close I could hear its faint melody seducing me like a song playing quietly in the distance. By the time I knew it was there the music had stopped.
If there is a next time believe me things will be different. Now, who am I fooling? What makes me think I am someone that deserves to possess such a precious gift? Maybe I’m just not meant to have it for my own.
The reason is probably that I’ve never been very good with that kind of stuff.

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Judge Burdon

The Odyssey of Judge Santiago Burdon began in the "City of Big Shoulders," as Sandburg called it in his poem "Chicago." He was born during Mayor Richard Daley's first days in office and Eisenhower's first term as President. His father named him Judge, hoping he would pursue a career in law. He had no idea his son would end up appearing in front of so many. Santiago attended Universities in the United States and abroad, focusing his studies on Victorian Literature and Authors. His short stories and poems have been featured in over two hundred fifty magazines, on-line literary journals, podcasts, and anthologies. He was recognized in Who's Who of Emerging Writers 2020 and again in 2021. Santiago has had 7 books published in the past 3 years: 2 collections of poetry; 'Not Real Poetry' and 'Tequila's Bad Advice Poetry With The Worm,' and 5 books of short stories; 'Stray Dogs and Deuces Wild Cautionary Tales,' 'Quicksand Highway,' 'Fingers In The Fan,' 'Lords of the Afterglow Renegades and Noblemen,' 'Overdose of Destiny Impulse Fiction.' Santiago became a Septuagenarian turning 70 last July. He plans to relocate to Austin, Texas from Costa Rica this winter.

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