“Jessica, don’t you feel we were meant to do something big with our lives? Something we can look back on, and say ‘We did that.'”
“Yes—I’ve always wanted to have a family, and find a man of principle—just like Jimmy Stewart’s character in It’s a Wonderful Life. That’s my favorite film.”
“It’s my favorite film too,” I said. And she knew I was telling the truth, which made her fall for me even more. “I need to do something unequivocal with my life,” I said.
Something that cannot be contested, doubted, or denied. Perhaps, I’m searching for something to believe in, and worried that if I decide to believe in it, it will be my own decision, and not inspired by anything but my decision.”
“You think too much, Andy. The things in life that truly matter are the most obvious, and the most neglected. People know what’s right, but they don’t do the right.”
I was feeling drawn to her like a tractor-beam, but luckily, we pulled into my driveway, and it was late, and we were both tired, so I kissed her goodnight, and I felt excited to be alive. I have this habit of reading a boring book before I go to sleep. Boring books interest me because I know I’m not the only one who finds them boring. So, if I read one before I go to sleep, it puts me to sleep faster, but I always hold-out the possibility I might find something there, that has been neglected for centuries. The words we read before we sleep, influence us. So, I pulled one of the dusty volumes off the shelf, and started reading. It was in a strange language, and I almost put it back, when I realized I was comprehending it. The leprechaun had touched me, and opened my eyes to wisdom.
When I woke, it all seemed like a fantasy, and then I knew I was going to marry Jessica. There was no doubt in my mind. It wasn’t even something I had to believe in—it was just a foregone conclusion. I had an espresso, and then another, and another. I was going to visit my girlfriend, when I heard something strange outside. It sounded like a high-performance engine, straining, groaning, being tortured—unsteady tires scuffing the mountain road. Whatever it was, didn’t belong. I walked out of my cabin and saw a lime green Lamborghini crawling up the mountain like a fat caterpillar.
The only person I knew with gaudy taste, and not enough money, and an ego larger than his car, was my best friend.
The doors opened like a butterfly’s wings, and an alien got out. He was dressed in a motorcycle jacket, aviator sunglasses, and an attitude that was bigger than his body. Brad had a skinny frame, but was always working-out because of his deep insecurities. His narcissism went to his core and made him unable to be enjoyed by others, like a rotten apple, but I was different. He saw himself in me, so he loved me, because he only loved himself, and I was the same. I found him interesting because he reminded me of me.
“Andy, this place suits you—a property just like you’ve always been talking about.”
“That’s right—how did you find me?”
“I talked to your mother, and she gave me the address. Even then, my Lambo barely made it up the mountain. Are you sure you can live up here, away from women, and the social status of society?”
“Strange, you say that—I’ve found the woman I am going to marry, and she lives not two miles from here.”
His face contorted into jealousy. “Must be a hick,” he said.
“More like an angel. She’s feminine, and she wants to have a family.”
His shoulders drooped. “Man, my girlfriend is driving me crazy—I don’t know if I love her or hate her.”
“Perhaps, King Brian can help. He put his hands on me, and gave me clarity.
“Yes—he’s the king of the mountain—a leprechaun—and he helped me to know what’s important in life.”
“I think you’ve been up here too long, Andy.”
“Maybe, but I’m finding-out all the important things—it’s not variety that a person needs. The world offers choices, but it only complicates things. We need to know why we are here, and what is our purpose.
“I need money, lots of money,” Brad said. “I’m in deep, man.”
“Perhaps, King Brian can help,” I suggested. Leprechauns usually have lots of gold.”
To be continued…