Sunday December 29th, 2013

The exercise:

Write about: grace.

Today I'm aiming for less yabbering and more commenting. Gotta get caught up somehow.

Mine:

No one has every claimed that I move with grace. Comparisons are more in the league of elephants and hippos, not swans or gazelles. That's fine, though. I don't mind.

I have other qualities. Ones that more than make up for this supposed lack.

There's a lot to be said for intimidation and fear. Even more that can be accomplished with both on your side. The effort on my part is minimal, really. I just use the gifts my genetics have bestowed upon me. I don't need to practice for hours on end just so that I can dance, or play piano, or whatever those suckers have to do in order to get a girl to look their way.

Me? I just walk into a room. Game over.

So why does everyone think that I lack grace? Why doesn't anybody realize it's those pipsqueaks that lack size, strength, brutality? Man, who the hell needs grace anyway?

Not this guy, that's for damn sure.