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Saying that one is a "God"parent is a pretty archaic idea. But I am a godparent, a godfather to be exact. And by "exact" I mean totally wrong about religion and totally not entirely right about gender. But I am a godfather nonetheless. To little Andrew. Andrew is 11 and is headed fists-clenched into those worst years of his life. I was over at his parents' house (they are close friends) on the weekend, and his older sister was having a sleepover party in the basement. Just girls, they had rented Harry Potter 4 and Mean Girls (again!) both on Blu-Ray, and were planning to stay up all night drinking homemade horchata and singing top 40 in whisper-voices. I noticed Andrew was nowhere to be found and asked where he was. Vanessa, Andrew's mother, shushed me and pointed to the ceiling. "Hear that?" and I did. There was a dull thumping coming from upstairs. "Andrew gets really upset when Brianne is having a good time." I looked up at the ceiling, as if he'd be there, like some fish in a fish tank.
I headed up the plush carpeted stairs. Andrew usually talked to me, I couldn't think of a time when he had refused to talk to me, so I was confident. When I knocked and he let me in, I found him bleeding from the head. He had been thumping his head on the wall that entire time, and his knuckles were red from punching the corners of his wood-frame bed. On his wall was a poster for Death Proof and a motivational scholarly poster that said "Never Never Never Give Up!" I held his arms pinned against his sides, and forced him to make eye contact with me.
"What's up, Andrew?"
This was it. If ever there was a moment where my role as godfather were pertinent, this was it. God doesn't care if you beat yourself to hell, and your sister definitely doesn't care. Too callous. And you don't need to talk about God. Fuck God. Beating yourself up is never never never going to stop people from having fun. Think of every person in the world who's ever lived. Every single one of them has died forever, and still people have fun every single day. Too morbid. Might give him suicidal thoughts.
"I used to beat myself up like this," great, now I'm lying to an 11-year-old. "I used to punch myself and kick myself," --how the fuck do you kick yourself?-- "and cut myself with a razor from the bathroom."
He had clearly never thought of that last one. His jaw dropped a bit and he stared at me with disgust and admiration. I thought, do not touch his blood with your bare fingers.
"I blamed my parents for all of it. I told them they were responsible for all my wounds. And my mother was hysterical. 'What can we do?' she would scream, 'What can we do so that you'll stop?' And when I really thought about this, when I really put my mind to this question, it came to me: nothing. There was nothing too great they could do for me that would make me stop. If I went down there and told all those girls they should be ashamed of themselves for having fun while your head is bleeding, and I told them all to leave and I poured the horchata down the drain and broke the DVDs over my knee, would that make you happy? Would you stop then?"
He paused, his lips red from biting them, his teeth white and wet as he thought.
Now, it's possible he was just being contrarian, he is 11 after all, but I left the room anyway. I went downstairs and put my shoes on. "His head is bleeding," I said as I walked out the door. I heard them running up the stairs, and I got a text about 5 minutes later that I didn't even answer. Godfather fail.
(happy birthday, cari)Posted by Dan at July 27, 2010 1:03 AM
oh no! Goblet of Fire is easily the worst HP movie. Gotta go with Azkaban.
Love the song; thanks for postingPosted by chloe at July 27, 2010 11:55 PM
I was so mesmerized by the immense literature in this short story that simply forgot about that Bill Callahan song. I wonder if he's still dating Joanna Newsom.Posted by Pedram at July 28, 2010 5:55 AM
I loved the honestly of this post. I don't think you failed though. Failing would have been sitting in the kitchen just listening.
Bill Callahan the perfect complement.
-BBPosted by Chris at July 28, 2010 4:32 PM
Chris, as with almost every story on this site: it is not true.
They are the dreams of the songs.Posted by Sean at July 28, 2010 5:55 PM
bill callahan - love. teenage angst - not so much. glad to have survived that phase. though as i sit here, at the age of 35, with a pimple the size of jupiter on my chin and some variety or another of the same insecurities that plagued me when i was 13, i can't help but wonder... do we ever truly outgrow that phase?Posted by jeanine at July 28, 2010 9:34 PM
I feel abused. Gonna go bang my head against the wall and see if that makes things better.
-BBPosted by Chris at July 28, 2010 10:44 PM
Best 'fail' I've seen for months, I reckon. Good story.
Oh, and I saw Surfer Blood in Melbourne last night. Rocked. Big thanks for posting 'Swim' all that time ago.Posted by Sean at July 30, 2010 6:59 PM
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