called home

"But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, ... reading sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come."

~Jack London, The Call of the Wild

 

Truth:

When I was eight, at my First Holy Communion, while everyone else was giving me bibles and crosses, my Uncle gave me a book of Jack London stories. I loved him for it.

Not long after that, he heard his own wild call. Yesterday, it finally caught up with him. He never got to Alaska or Montana like he dreamed of. He only got to the bottom of a bottle. Lots and lots of bottles. I hated him for it.

I never did learn that forgive & forget thing from my catechism. I did learn that there is indeed a law of club & fang, and that you can fight it. If you want to.

 

For Me Again Monday ~ truth or dare

Done