. . . Jacobs
Larry Jacobs is living in Forest Park now; alone with his lover and near family working hard for an easier life, and damn sure glad it’s coming.
Lawrence Jacobs isn’t far from thirty years old; still looking kinda young when smiling certain to remember all that he learned and damn proud of it all.
I remember him grabbing life by the balls and sneakily diving his way into and through the excitement after every conflict and into someone’s bed and out again with philosophies and lessons to share with friends because they should learn from him sometimes too, if only they would and even if they didn’t want to learn they could remember him as he wanted to be known until he bounced into their lives only to someday, when the time came, sneak out without benefit of or need for words.
Mr. Jacobs is doing well with his career anymore; shares his wisdom and secrets with his lover, but he’ll surely survive that too and I’m damn happy to know that.
My friend Larry became snarled in being proud; his stuff and money and wisdom all alone and the time came for Larry to sneak out without needed words.
c.1992; rewrite 2021