….why paisley???

david and i met in 1985, at a bar called the temple tavern in akron, ohio,, the local dive metal venue where i worked a couple nights a week…. i was newly separated, not yet divorced, and looking desperately to fulfill my desire to be “in love”… i wanted to ache with desire,, i wanted to have sex that would ring in my ears for days,, and in so doing,, i believed, become complete.

it was winter, the last week of february, an all out blizzard that night. we talked briefly, and i invited him to come home with me… he said ok,, but he had come with some other people and that he had to give them a ride home first… no problem… i went home,, and perched myself in the window so that i could see him, and he would have no trouble finding me when he finally appeared thru the snow… he never showed… never called… finally, i went to bed alone…

the following monday i went to the temple, this time as a patron… it was pitcher night,,, your favorite mixed drink served in a pitcher for only $5.00… and happened upon his friend, bob, who i recognized and asked where david was…….

as convenience would have it, he was at bob’s house, so he gave me the number,, i called,, abandoned my drink, and flew over to get him…. to make a long story short,,, he did in fact go home with me this time,, and proceeded to show me what was missing in my life,,, the most blatant display of human animal affection i had ever experienced….

i was bitten, i was hooked, i was in love…i had indeed found a “dick more powerful than myself”..

two days later, i came home from work to find out he had moved his stuff in while i was at work… we were one.. david and me,, two lost souls,, no longer lost.. joined by need and desire and not much else… but we proclaimed our love for each other and finally, i felt as if i could be complete…..

so it began,, and our fiery relationship lasted thru numerous moves to florida, jail sentences, violent arguments, separations, infidelities, massive drugs and alcohol….. highs and lows as i had never experienced in my life,,, chaos and desperation that only drew me closer to him,, to my need to make it all ok,, take care of him,, help him…. make him love me in the same insane, obsessive, all encompassing way, i loved him…. i only ever wanted us to be together, to love each other,, to be forever…. or “go out in a blaze of glory” as sid vicious of the sex pistols so aptly put it…. david and me,, to eternity….

and thru it all … the sex was life giving. he could right any wrong,, be forgiven for any indiscretion, there was no bump or bruise or emotional hurt that he couldn’t fix by laying me down and mending my torn soul with his magic wand… no desperation he couldn’t kiss away,, he was my knight in shining armor….. until the next time….

after what seemed like forever together,, and really only amounted to a little over six years i finally gathered the courage one early morning to stop… to tell david he couldn’t come home…

he had left me a few days before,, taking all of his worldly possessions, his clothes and his stereo… and now at daybreak he had appeared in a friends car, that he had decided to use without permission,,, after sexing same friends wife… and, well, just generally fucking over the people he chose to leave me for this time…. somehow, some way,, from deep inside, me i know not where,, i was strong enough to let him go,,, to go on without him… for once i didn’t chase him down and bring him home, and start the vicious cycle all over again…. instead we parted with me telling him,

“you cant go thru life being nothing but a good fuck.”

and he replied, knowingly, with that little tilt of his head, and that sexy as thou art smile,, “watch me.”

i saw him one more time,, taking out the trash at some unfamiliar house in downtown fort lauderdale, in those turquoise shorts he only ever wore if there was no clean laundry and every other thing he owned had been worn more than the reasonable number of times… i didn’t stop.. i never saw him, or spoke to him again….

while paging thru the akron beacon journal,, i came across his grandfathers obituary… and as i read the notice, i saw the words…”preceded in death by his grandson, David A. Gardon….” david died january 16, 2004, one month shy of his 38th birthday.

i was numb… i still am… my david, my love, my obsession…. is gone.

it was ok not to be with him, it was ok not to know what he was doing, or how he was,,, as to know would have been too dangerous, too painful. i had many times searched the internet for information about him.. checked the jails,, thought about calling his grand parents,, “short” and wanda,, just to make sure he was ok… but i never did… i couldn’t resist him then, and it was possible, if the situation presented itself i couldn’t resist him even now….

i found out later, he died of a heroin overdose, he and the girl he was with… found dead, together….. and as shameless and perverted as it might sound… it should have been me…

me and david forever… gone out in the blaze of drug fueled glory we so often proclaimed would be ours,,, forever together……

if i knew david at all, i know he went out exactly the way he would have chosen to…

i will always love you, my david… no matter what…..

IN LOVING MEMORY OF
DAVID A. GARDON
02-10-66 To 1-16-04

if you’re somewhere out there,
passed out on the floor,
baby, i’m not angry anymore….
i will always love you….xxoo

photo:

http://dholl.deviantart.com/art/Love-Bird-28745616

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