original fiction characters [5]: Ricardo J. Scarpacciwe met as soulmates on Parris Islandwe left as

original fiction characters [5]: Ricardo J. Scarpacciwe met as soulmates on Parris Islandwe left as inmates from an asylum The ex-convict ex-Marine’s boss and brother-in-law feels, quite suddenly, quite unexpectedly, sharp, hot envy for the ex-convict ex-Marine and his untethered descent into suicidal desperation—envy roused most strongly, most particularly by one detail: The ex-convict ex-Marine’s abandoned vehicle. His car, his BMW, which once upon a time he refused to give a bleeding colleague who had been shot in the leg a ride to the hospital in for fear of soiling its interior. His car, dented, scratched, despoiled, its passenger-side headlight cracked and jostling loose from its shattered, duct-taped casing, its floors and seats awash in garbage, its windows marked with the painted cataloguing numbers of various New York tow lots, its keys engaged, its doors open. The fearsome BMW the boss and brother-in-law had (in his past life as a mechanic) once suffered insomnia and gut-wrenching knots over when it first came into his body shop, now left vulnerable, broken, abandoned in the streets of New York. Left behind, discarded in the street, an empty wrapper—a piece of litter now with nothing inside, no core to cover. The core presumably having thrown itself into the ocean. The ex-convict ex-Marine’s dearest, most prided material attachment, the object that others most associate with him, the extravagant object that has become nearly synonymous with the man, left behind in a world where there is no leaving. This is the one thing that, to the ex-convict ex-Marine’s boss and brother-in-law, most reveals his drunken cliffside nap as an instance of HAVE COMMITTED, which the ex-convict ex-Marine’s boss and brother-in-law (who has not appropriately considered the ex-convict ex-Marine’s longing for entanglement, the ex-convict ex-Marine’s paralyzing terror for his lack of entanglement, the ex-convict ex-Marine’s excruciating despair at his disentangledness) finds himself unable to determine exactly whether he believes it pitiable or enviable, sad or noble, and even considers, with a certain, pointed self-dissatisfaction, application of the word courageous. -- source link

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