memes?

he wanted his map plastered all over the place. people to know of him. his likeness on billboards like those real estate agents buidling relationships with smiling square depictions of their strong jawlines. his name broadcast on the radio for all the radio-wave-capable universe to hear. his hand shaking the president's. his arm outstretched above his head and his index finger extended in a #1 sign on WCVB as the 6 o'clock news fades out to commercial...like Larry after hitting playoff three or something. people to enjoy his written word to a certain extent. his portrait across the evening sky. no really, "project my smiling face from a satellite onto the atmosphere above the northern hemisphere for one year after I pass." he told NASA over the phone.

no that would never happen, the phone call. he was from boston. so. he lived in this self-imposed middle. this range of geniune comfort. it was unacceptable to exit this range. one could lose friends and suffer utter alienation the instant one exhibited an emotion or excitement one iota outside - save of course at the TV during a Sox, C's, or B's game. what one did instead, when meeting up with one's boys for example, was like make one's eyelids a bit lazy and bring one's head back slowly to a slightly raised position ending with a brief jerk of the chin. and make fun of something someone is wearing right away. the first guy to not be wearing all white sneakers, say.

do not shake hands with one's boys. do not talk seriously about anything with them. be emotionless. be malleable. don't take a stand on anything. ensure that someone else likes something prior to you liking it. don't have dreams. or if you do, don't you dare express them. and exhibit the exact same indifferrence in the following three scenarios 1. dream acheived, 2. dream still oustanding, 3. dream fallen short of. enter a room and be present at certain events but go unnoticed. disappear to the corner of the room but appear intelligent by being reserved and carrying a concentrated look. generally, be a coward but pound the bridge of the nose and soft eye-socket bones of the first guy that points out that you are such. punch with your pinky finger not fully engaged in the fist, like rich executives drink their diet cokes, because it looks cooler in the mirror when you practice at home. call "the family" if you ever run into trouble above one's head. do well in school but play it off. love the story of will hunting. go and see about a girl.

he was a quiet and reserved boy with the humility of christ. in fact his friends called him that, jesus. but they also were from Boston and resided in the same mediocrity. so. they placed no emphasis on either syllable. a monotone...je-sus. lovers of the middle, so to speak. these men are loyal men and are men that will raise families of equally loyal boys and foul-mouthed but beautiful boston girls. but these men, like he, leave no non-genetic legacy, sadly, of themselves to be remembered.