Beyond Konspiracy

The house was owned by Kerry Cline; she was Roy Townsend’s girlfriend and Roy was his friend. Roy Townsend was one of those people full of failures in life. He never finished high school. He entered college nonetheless, and managed to get an A.S. degree, but he failed to complete four years degree. Before he dropped out of college, he already experienced a bankruptcy and a divorce. He had a child with a woman whom he never married. Even after the bankruptcy, he managed to accumulate a huge debt. All these took place more than 10 years ago, so he experienced even more failures before today; his debt was also all time high. But Roy Townsend was a good friend of the man; Roy was perhaps his best friend. The man actually liked the fact that Roy was a good friend despite his numerous failures because it was an indication that he was not concerned about what the rest of the world thought about him when it came to his personal matters; he was friend with those whom he chose. He also liked a little oddity in his life; he saw the path to his triumph laid out in front of him, but, as far as the rest of the world was concerned, he was just hanging out with a “loser” as his best friend was a total failure in the eyes of most people. Oddity showed that the man was unique in many ways, and he found great value in the uniqueness.

The man was not a sexist or a racist; he did not discriminate people based on their sex, race, ethnicity or sexual orientation, though he was a little pregidous in the past admittedly. However, the man was never able to like those of no intellect. He understood that he should not categorically dislike those of no intellect, but he did it as if it were his biological reaction. He found himself disliking those of no intellect like he found himself breathing; he had no suicidal tendency, so he never tried to stop breathing, but he did not consciously breath all the time, either. He just breathed subconsciously, and just like that, he disliked those of no intellect. Kerry Cline was a woman of no intellect; she would not do any harm to anyone, but he was simply not very fond of her.

Roy Townsend could spend days or even weeks just telling his failure stories, and Kerry Cline, his girlfriend, was a woman of no intellect, yet the man was staying at her place after all because of their generosity, so to speak; he actually depended on them. Roy had an interesting ability to persuade some people to do what he wanted them to do; whether he made good use of that ability was questionable though. He actually met Kerry only a couple of months ago, but he somehow persuaded her to quit her job, move into his place and help him to run his business; Kerry obeyed. The man was running his business as well, but he only had a small income; the income was so small that he could not really afford his own place. He was staying at Roy’s place up until a couple of months ago since Roy had an extra bedroom, but Kerry moved into Roy’s place now. Roy quickly persuaded Kerry that the man needed a place and Kerry let him stay at her place. The arrangement was made without a lot of problems. Rent-free.

The man turned 30 last month. He was not old, but he had a mixed feeling about it. After all, he had no processions. He did not achieve anything that the world recognized. He knew that he would leave his footprints on this plant, but, in the end, there were no footprints today. He did not feel any pressure, but he had to realize that it’d be some years before the world finally sees who he is and what he is capable of.

The man sipped some red wine. He was not drinking red wine to be fashionable; he simply liked the taste. It gave him small buzz so that he felt less distressed. It also cleansed his palate after he smoked a cigarette; the wine gave him comfort. It was poured in a large wine glass, and the glass was placed on the air conditioner that stuck out from the house. He continued smoking and sipped more wine.

There was a certain oddity in the fact that Roy Townsend full of failures in life persuaded his girlfriend Kerry Cline of no intellect to arrange a place for the man to stay at her place for free, but the man’s situation was even more odd. He had a roommate, Adriana; Adriana was a former Amy officer, and her current occupation was pet-sitter. She just played with pets all day long. The man did not know exactly what kind of life she lived, but he could see that she did not exactly age well. As far as the man knew, she was not a drug addict or an alcoholic, but her womanhood was gone; she was definitely not one of those well-aged older attractive women. She had about ten thousand dollars of credit card debt; she was still single in her 40s and was never married. She owned a small truck, DVDs and books, but she didn’t own anything else. Given the amount of her credit card debt, her networth was probably minus, not plus. Another failure in America. But even she paid the rent every month, so, conventionally speaking, the man was a bigger failure than she was. He smiled just for a second because he felt that it was rather funny.

The man looked back his life up to this day as he continued smoking and sipping more wine. There were ups and downs, but, over all, he was on the path to the conventional success up until three years ago. Fine education, fine jobs, moving to New York City, friends, recognition from those who knew him in the past, though he might not have been in touch with them for years, and finally fine income. But, one day, three years ago, he just decided to leave all those because he realized that there ought to be more in life. He did not regret, nor did he feel that he made a wrong decision. He simply recalled the last three years to analyze his current situation. He moved around a bit after he left New York, and he eventually came back to California. He met Roy Townsend years back for the first time in California, and Roy was still in California when he got in touch with him six months ago. He focused his eyes on the dark sky, and then, he mentally just brushed aside what he was recalling.