The Tale of Brian
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January 2013
Written by
January 2013

Brian was a young boy in a small town in the Midwest. His father was a banker, his mother stayed at home. His mother did bookkeeping for a nearby farmer on odd days, and his father did appraisals in his off-time. Brian loved science fiction, and lived in his own world. Brian hated band, and would bang his trumpet on the school gate on his way home. Brian was smart, Brian was considered a dweeb, perhaps. But Brian was the sole child of the Klute’s, the infamous Klute’s of Westbrook, Minnesota, who built their own house on the edge of town.

However dweebish, Brian had natural physical qualities that soon made themselves known. He was tall, which helped him on the basketball team. He was strong, which helped him on the football team, as well as in track & field. He was easily tanned, which helped him find girls. In essense, he was tall, dark and handsome—as well as smart. I know what you’re thinking; there are many men who have the full package, such as this. But in a town of 100, amid the echo of small hills and wheat fields, bean fields, corn fields, such a man as Brian effected everyone.  

And Brian soon became aware of it.

He secured a long-time girlfriend with ease, as well as the favor of almost every teacher employed at Westbrook High School. He also received a baby sister. However, by this time, Brian had nothing to learn from having a sibling, for he was too old too, and set in his ways. Brian gained stubbornness—not a terrible trait, if controlled properly. But Brian also gained ambition—he was a big fish in a small pond, albeit a puddle. He controlled that town. He was that town. Everyone lifted him up to glory that he felt he could never encounter failure.

Brian met a girl he deemed “the one”—for he alone had that divine power of Providence to know that this girl, Kimberly, was the one for him. Kimberley was unaware of the angelic qualities he deemed she possessed, nor of the fact that they were made for one another. Kimberley enjoyed his company, but Kimberley was two years older than him, and refused to let “Kim and Brian” hold her back. Brian was a good boyfriend.

Brian saw the relationship through the lens of a forbidden romance, of one told in an impossible story that was not meant to reflect real life. Brian was a Catholic. Kimberley was a Lutheran. Brian’s parents and Kim’s parents did not get along, due to such religious differences (or at least that is how it is told). Kimberley and Brian were meant to be together because of such struggles, and Brian was a calculating adolescent. The “no” simply meant “yes”, “try again”, “try harder”; Brian did not learn early on the feeling of refusal. His mind began to think in gears and switches that would control his future life: Brian, the small boy from the Midwest, became a scheming adult.

His life was to attain one goal: Kimberley. When she unlocked herself from his chain, he, in the meantime, set out to comfort himself. He married, a created two young daughters, and lost two jobs. Brian cheated, Brian regretted his first daughter, his accident. He separated his wife when his second daughter was coming, briefly.He moved from Colorado, where he despised and regretted joining the Air Force Academy, to Florida, to Ohio, Michigan, Texas, Utah—he divorced. He moved back to Minnesota, hours after agreeing to a divorce contacting Kimberley. But Kimberley was settled, and found the lunch platonic. Little did she know by agreeing she was walking into a trap.

Brian liked to talk, too much, for he never had anyone smack him in the mouth to shut him up. His mother, his sister: they became his toys, his talking puppets that would listen to him, nod and hmm and the right intervals, and say nothing. He could not talk to his father about it, for his father had grown hard against his son to a point where he would have nothing to do with him. Brian was in his late thirties by now.

Kimberley went to Florida. Brian followed, as a lovely surprise. The result was her leaving early, and renewing her marriage vows to her current husband. But Brian was not defeated—this act was no mere refusal, to him. It was a temporary lapse. He told his daughters of fair Kimberley, who listened with disdain and soon drifted from him.

“Ten years time.”

That was the date set for “Kim and Brian” to renew once more. In the meantime, he became comfortable again. He acquired a girl who would be tepid and meek, not loud like his previous wife, but one who would not object to not being married, but simply keeping him company for ten years. This girl was named Kimberly, and she possessed many superficial features  similar to the real Kimberley. Brian’s first wife remarried, and was happy.

But Brian was never happy. I do believe Brian has not known true happiness, because the gears in his mind tell him otherwise. They prevent. He has raised himself, Westbrook has raised this young boy into oblivion, where he is never happier, he tells himself, than when he is scheming.

In the course of these ten years Brian became a harasser, a fiend, a devil. He cornered his daughters with screams and spit, and showered them with the fruit of his expansive credit card. He stalked his ex-wife, became her biggest bully, and set out to ruin her life at the pleasure of his miserable one, his miserable existence. He acquired henchman, converted humans to demons to do his bidding: his current tepid girlfriend, a clone, and an unstable ex-wife of his ex-wife’s new husband. His sister, as well, joined in the fight. No matter how hard he tried, he could never cut her, or anyone, down. These are the hobbies he busied himself with in his dark office cave.

I wish my father happiness every day, if only he would hear its bells.

In a blue-ironed jail cell, the door has just been forcefully locked. A young boy from the Midwest is contained inside, a young boy who never learned.

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