Johnny wears his hair in a long brown braid down his back. It touches his butt. One time, when he didn’t have a girlfriend to do it, he had me brush and braid his hair for him.
I have known Johnny since we were little, tiny kids. He is brilliant, unusual, kind of a hippy man and certainly a non conformist. He married for the first time a few years ago and now has his first child.
I’m at his house today which is on acres of land, hidden from view.
Outside and looking up to the sky, I gasp. Oh my gosh! Johnny’s house sits nestled in the crook of a tall, sturdy row of power poles with thick ropey hanging wires.
“Johnny!” I shout. “Have these always been here!?”
Johnny looks up casually. “Yep.”
“You live with these things?” I am aghast. “Why do you have all these wires and poles running right over your house and over your pool and …and, and..you live here!”
“Ummmm?” Johnny says. “They’ve been here since I was a little kid. They’ve never bothered us.”
My brain does a turn inside my head. “They have never bothered him or his family?” (more…)