The Story of Superglass
I remember it all so clearly. It was the Eve of Christmas Eve: the night for friends to exchange gifts and celebrate in families outside of families. The Eve of Eve, in my 16th year, was held in a fourth floor loft apartment on Chapel Street. The event: The Chapel Street Pipe Exchange.
From the moment we met, I wasn't sure you were for me. I had become partial to the one I picked out only hours before for myself, but the Holiday custom of Secret Santa's had left me a mis-understood gift that I will remember and cherish as long as I live: you.
As you were, untouched and unused, I will admit you weren't much to look at. I could barely make out the potential colors that I came to know and love so well. Not even three seconds into our first introduction, Tyler let out a maniacal laugh and ended the mystery as to what participant, was my "Secret Santa."
I doubt you knew that Tyler and I, had gone to the same terrible grade school together for at least 5 years. I had more in common with Tyler, than anyone in the room. At least 3 participants were friends of friends; and as for Andy, Chris, and I, we will always have potential for animosity. But for Tyler and I, we meet with smiles of surprise and the eyes of old friends each time to this day. He brought you to me, whether by chance or fate. I saw him a month or two ago... I don't know if I got to tell you that before... Clank!
"Noooooooo!" I screamed in my head the second I heard it, and instantly envisioned where I had left you last.
"That's it, let's call it people. 8:02 p.m. November 24, 2005."
Sniffle. Sniffle. And just yesterday, I was re-telling your life and saying how even though I had chipped you, you were still my favorite always! Almost 7 years. SEVEN YEARS!
I picked up every piece of you, I could find. Oh how did you survive the toss and run, at thirty-five miles an hour? And still be packed to the brime, as if nothing happened? He lost a full bag that night, running from the cops as he was! He went back for you, no bag, but you were waiting, still full. Ah the pride.
We both had chips in you, from accidentally thrusting too hard inside you. We cleaned you so carefully but years had taken to your frame! That's it isn't it! Sniffle. You just didn't have the strength to withstand another solid Concrete CONTACT! WAAAAAHHH! I MISS YOU!! I'M SOOOO SORRY! I ran my fingers across you the whole drive home to remind me, and still I forgot to replace you in my pocket where you belonged. And from my lap I dropped you to your death...
"I can't believe you killed the glass." He said.
"You think I did it on purpose?!"
"Dammit dude, you let the glass go. I am gonna blame you for the glass for the rest of your life. (Old man voice) Remember the time Superglass...?"
Maybe it is my fault! Like, I never knock on wood! I just said the other day that I would keep you forever! The times in the front porch, the back, the field and anywhere! Anytime!
The field. Years ago! You waited for us in the field! For two weeks you waited, after that bonfire got raided by the cops! At dusk, after two weeks of suffering your loss, he was just walking by and you glintered for a moment, as if you stuck your head up in the air and said "come save me! Take me home!" You were mine, but I shared you with him so many times.
You even had a story: From the mouth, along the yellow brick road you must travel. Until you reach the green forest, and find the mystery of the bubble. There you too will understand, Superglass!
*3 minutes of mumbling, with the occassional inaubidle or undeciferable sob.*
I'm sorry old friend. I am sorry it had to end this way. You deserved better, than for your owner to... Today we retire you, and have a Festivus in your honor! I will be sure to give your remains a proper place, whether I keep them or give you back to Earth!