From: jeremyl@screech.owlnet.rice.edu (Jeremy Lyn Hart)
Subject: Once again, Walker's back - for a time...
Followup-To: alt.callahans
Keywords: Me!
Organization: Rice University
Date: Fri, 10 Apr 1992 21:16:59 GMT


As many of the patrons saw Walker let himself be led by Didi-Sprite
out to the picnic in the meadow, they are doubly surprised when
he suddenly steps into the Place through the door, shaking beaded
rain from his long cloak.

"Well, friends, I'm back, but I won't be for long.  I got stuck
in work here at school, and have had a hellish time of it..."

Walker's deep blue eyes scan the room, searching out new faces
( have to do this every time, because I get so behind! *sigh*)

"Hello to all newcomers, once again - Wizard, Raven, Michael, Stumpy
(I like the nickname story - a friend of mine in high school
went by Stump most of the time...), the balrog (I enjoyed reading
your posts a great deal), Stef/Firecat, Poet Man, and Galadin.
Bard!  Great to see you back, my friend...  And congratulations
on your new job, Toothpick - I have to see about getting one,
very soon...  MandelBear, Pussycat, congratulations to you, as
well - Emerald Lee, may the stars forever shine down on you."

With that, Walker smiles and bows...

"Also, I'd like to say a sad farewell to WildCard and Hawke,
even though I didn't know them very well - goodbyes are never
enjoyable things...

"Didi, I'd *love* to join the picnic, but I'm afraid I'll get
outrageously behind again in a hurry.  I've only got three
weeks left on my account - then I'm out for the summer.
(YAY!)  But don't worry, I'll be back, and I'm not gone yet...
Next year, however, I probably won't be able to stop in as much:
I'm probably going to lose this account at the semester's end,
because I've decided to change from Comp. Sci./English to
English/History, and concentrate on what I *really* love - writing.
I'll have more free time, definitely, but I'll have a mainframe
account (like Emter!), and they're abominably slow...  But I'll
come back."

With a deep sigh, Walker steps to the bar.

"Water, if you please, Mike.  I don't think caffeine would be good
for me right now."  Mike nods knowingly, and passes a glass over.
Walker stands once more, and walks to the chalk line.  He gives
a faint, sad smile to those nearest him.

"Has it ever seemed to anyone else that life goes in cycles?
Mine apparently does...  A few years ago, I fell in love - but it
went very badly, with a lot of hurt involved.  I prayed it would
never happen again, but it has...  I'm in love with someone
I can't ever be with, and it's killing me slowly.  Right about
now I feel like someone's tearing my heart to pieces, and it's
not a good feeling.  Didi," he says, turning towards the meadow,
where he knows she'll hear, "has helped me in dealing with this,
but I couldn't, ultimately, and everything blew up in my yface.
Now I actually find myself wishing the year would end, and soon,
so I can be far away from here...

"I know this isn't very coherent, but I'm not in a very healthy
state of mind right now - not suicidal, or anything like that,
just very depressed.  And this is the only place where I can
say what's troubling me.  I thank you all for listening - you
don't know how much it helps."

Walker finishes his water and looks deep into the fire, a solitary
tear falling to the floor.

"To love, and love lost." *smash*  The pieces of glass look like
stars in the firelight.  With a deep sigh, Walker turns and sits
at his customary table, extinguishing the light.  Those nearby see
him pick up a guitar that just happened to be sitting there, and
start to play, slowly...

"There must be somethin' in the way I feel,
 That she don't want me to feel
 The stares she bares, they cut me,
 I don't care, you see, so what if I bleed...

 I could never change just what I feel,
 My face'd never show what is not real...

 A mountain never seemed to have a need to speak
 A look that's shared, so many see
 The sweetest feeling I got from you,
 The things I said to you were true

 I could never change just what I feel,
 My face'd never show what is not real...
 
 I could have lied, I'm such a fool
 My eyes could never, never, never keep their cool
 I showed her, and I told her how -
 She struck me, but I'm f*cked up now..."

---
I'm sorry if that last line offends anyone...  The song is appropriate
for me, right now...

On a bit less depressing note, does anyone out there have the lyrics
to Simon & Garfunkel's "Scarborough Faire"?  If someone does, I'd
really appreciate it if you could post or E-mail - I just got a copy
of Queensryche's cover of the song and love it...

Walker, aka
-- 
Jeremy L. Hart				jeremyl@owlnet.rice.edu
"As opaque warriors, we ride alone
 Guarding our secrets with souls of stone
 Waiting for someone who holds the key
 Do you hold it...do you hold the key to my heart..."
	- "Apache Teardrops," copyright 1991 by Bill Fillbach and Steve Estes
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