Life As I Play It

Even when people tell me I shouldn’t.
I live between two worlds. One world is the ‘normal’ world, in which people cringe at the thought of breaking the law, keep their head above the water, and do their best not to make waves. The other is euphemistically referred to as the underworld, where honor is often defined by the risks you’re willing to take, while keeping the details to yourself. Feeling inadequate and rejected by the normal world, I moved to the underworld and excelled.

The normal world is hard, and tends to turn a blind eye to people in the street; lower-class people are often condemned as murderers, thieves, hustlers, molesters, and ‘crazies’ before they’re even allowed to explain themselves.
To be honest, I understand the skepticism. A lot of these people refuse to help themselves.
But a few of them do.

Roughly ten percent of everyone I came across in my journeys had wound up in hard times because of situations entirely outside of their control. They didn’t feel sorry for themselves, and they devoted every moment they had to bettering themselves. Some succeeded. Some didn’t. Some took the so-called easy way out.

I can’t relate to depression, loneliness, or thoughts of suicide. I don’t know what it’s like to live with that kind of pain on a daily basis. So I reserve judgment and invite you to do to the same as you read on.

I have a very good friend in this area. I like to think of him as an honorable person. He’s a combat veteran. He’s dropped everything to be there for me and other people he cares about. I call him a friend.
He’s also the most terribly depressed and loneliest person I’ve ever come across. Like most of us, some of his problems he brings upon himself. Others were brought on for him. He doesn’t do much to better his situation. As his friend, I’ve never said anything until now. Part of this makes me sick to even think about. The other part—Busterwolf—won’t allow me to give up.

He is very, very close to crossing a line—if he hasn’t crossed it already—and I am desperate to stop him from doing this. I’ve talked to him. Other people have talked to him. This is my last resort because I know someone we both know will read this—it will get back to him.

Having lost someone I loved to violence, I can understand how that feels, and this is something we click on. However, it’s never crossed my mind to begin a relationship of ANY kind with an underage girl. So it was with horror that I listened and watched as he told me he was falling for her.

On one end, I was glad he was at least open to the idea of being in love again, and on the other…I despise pedophiles. I wonder how God so easily forgives something that causes so much damage.

The attraction is mutual; if I thought he would’ve taken her by force, I would’ve turned him in already. It wouldn’t have done a lot of good.

The more time they spend together, they higher the scenario is of something happening. I don’t want to see someone I care about get labeled with something that will follow him forever.

I don’t know what to do beyond this point. I post this and leave the rest to God.

(c) Avery K. Tingle for Modern Magic Enterprises LTD and Nomadic Productions LLC

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