Hmm, haven't done this one in a long time: use the title of a movie as the inspiration for your writing.
Quiet day off around here. The fires in the hills to the west of town are still burning, but at least for most of the day the breeze was blowing the smoke away from us. It changed direction this evening and it's getting pretty smokey out there now.
I should maybe get to sleep at a reasonable time for once, so I'll get to that writing thing.
Edit: or I could just fall asleep on the couch again. Sigh.
The Other Guys
Do you know what it's like, living life on the outskirts of everything? How small you feel? How unimportant? Can you imagine always being on the outside looking in? Never fully a part of things. Never fully welcome.
Well, me and Chuck could tell you a thing or two about it.
We called ourselves the other guys. We heard it often enough from other people that we decided to own the label. Not that it was ever said directly to our faces or anything like that. We just overheard it, as people who live on the perimeter of life often do.
"Who are those other guys in that picture?"
Me and Chuck, that's who.
"Who were those other guys with you when Mr. Dylan was talking to you after class today?"
Us. Always us.
It gets tiresome, let me tell you. Even for someone, such as myself, who has no interest in the spotlight. Always watching and listening as others get the praise and credit. Hell, even the blame. Sounds strange, I know, but there were days that I would have been thrilled to be accused of something - whether I did it or not!
I began craving recognition. Chuck and I never talked about it, but I think he did too. I could see it in the way he carried himself, the way he glared at people who would never, ever be called the other guys. Enough was enough, you know?
So I decided to do something that they couldn't possibly ignore.