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"HE..S A MANAGER"
..Yo.. he barks, eyes ablaze, body swaying on feet seemingly glued to the ground ..I like it, I like it!.. Smiling widely, fluttering his hands and suddenly posing With a wicked grin, eyebrows raised and his arms, his hands and his fingers Contorted and extend, frozen in moment. He wears a mask most of the time, his voice changes some of the time and He..s likeable all the time He..s an manager I needn..t say He listens to what I say though he doesn..t acknowledge it till hours, sometimesdays later, but he listens and he cares. Everything you say about him matters. And it haunts him. Arched eyebrows wide brown eyes sparkling brightly excited, impassioned, bursting with so much energy and such a rush of thoughts and ideas, that he stumbles over his words when he tries to express himself. He is contagious and I like him. Singing to himself, to no one as he strolls, taking long, deliberate strides, proudly, on the way to Denny..s. Eating in silence with me across the table drinking coffee, he reads U.S.A. Today He..s an manager, I needn..t say. But he is more! He is free to encourage, not afraid or threatened to compliment, quick to smile. And he is someone very special to me. His enthusiasm is infectious and he makes me feel confident, very able to stand with the best of them and he likes me. I believe though, he would never say it, unless it was said in jest or in exaggerated Shakespearean intonations. He lives unhindered by possessions in a airy apartment furnished with a color television at the foot of his mattress on the floor in the corner, A few books, a stack of scripts, two matching yellow vinyl couches salvaged from a sinking ship call the 60..s, an ironing board that doubles as a dinning room and telephone table and a small black and white t.v., always on, sitting on the tile countertop. He..s an manager, I needn..t say. His energy level is highest long after the sun sets. He works on Tokyo time. A diamond earring, a small dangling gold cross glistens against his dark skin and his electric eyes betray the ball of energy surging within this tall, matinee handsome man, nattily dressed in black and white with presence, with a sprit that far outreaches his physical self. But we see only what he wants us to see. I like to be with him because everything is okay. He doesn..t visibly worry. He is talented and I am happy to call him my friend. He..s always on the go, moving, searching. I hope he find it, whatever it is. I like my friend, Kevin and I..m proud of him. And I want him to know I think he..s a star. And I..ll listen to him when he wants to talk. Every should. .. I..ll be tawkin.. to ya lay-ta!..
