55 Minutes

“55 Minutes”, a recounting of one single two hours transitory event, part of an endless crescendo of youthful betrayal, such now some sixty years removed from such youthful past, a road trip, two youths, a 56 Oldsmobile, a driver, a passenger and a regrettable two hours of incomprehensible terror exacted on this innocent passenger. A regrettable exacting of terror upon this passenger so long ago during an event of youthful terror conflagration by innocence of intent, nevertheless terror remaining terror, regardless of intent.

The dye having been cast, reality of truer circumstances painfully clear to me, my fools paradise shattered and in ruins, I terminated my mission, returning back to the watering hole, picking up Al, and then immediately proceeding back in the darkness from when’s this journey first began some several hours earlier. This evening’s outcome as of this point, so catastrophic in my youthful psychological emotional perception, I am now emotionally in a very different place than ever previous. From any matured rational point of view, the events that now would follow should not have ever taken place under any circumstances, but the shortcomings of youthfulness in dealing with incomprehensible emotional circumstances, far outstripping youthful rational coping abilities, and as such ensuing events indeed to unfold as destined to unfold.