There are limits to our knowledge, but imagination and context clues can help. For instance, I know my friend Shadow\u2019s wife Wanda sings in the shower. It\u2019s not great, but her voice is improved by the acoustics and the static of the water. Her body is typical for a natural thirty-three-year-old woman who doesn\u2019t exercise or particularly care about what she eats. Still lovely, but that\u2019s not the point, there is a shower curtain. What is of note is that Wanda has her own repertoire for the shower, songs she doesn\u2019t play with my friend Shadow. She\u2019s playing the new SZA record. She\u2019s not singing, \u201cNobody get me but you,\u201d or \u201cI wish I was special,\u201d but rather, \u201cAll the petty shit aside\/ all the phony shit aside\/ I just want what\u2019s mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a time when my friend Shadow might invent a stupid question to barge in on and ask, a crude flirt. But no more, and the door is open.<\/p>\n
We all know the shower is a place also for thinking, thinking and singing.\u00a0 Time alone, slap-naked, pores wide open mind. It was here that my friend Shadow\u2019s wife Wanda first had the obvious thought, the one tied like a chute behind every marriage. Could my friend Shadow\u2019s heart belongeth to another? How could this be? Of course, he was training to become a licensed cosmetologist, a field dominated by women. There had been many study sessions in the Spring evenings. He met many in their shared pursuit of beauty.<\/p>\n
But the water was running lukewarm, and my remote vision goes dark there. If I wanted a different life, this is the music I\u2019d play too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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