I was talking to someone today. He called me ‘dear’ and then ‘honey’. As an after thought he asked if I was offended. I said no, I wasn’t. Actually nothing of a reaction to the moniker even registered when he called me that. It was better than “hey you”. Then, after talking to me for awhile he said “I’ll just call you killer”. I smiled. And was flattered.
I told him that would be just fine.
I have not ever killed anyone. Nor have I any desire to do so. It just doesn’t strike me as something I would particularly enjoy.
But the idea of being called “Killer” must strike something in me. Maybe it’s the bad assery image I want to portray.
There is something I like about dressing all in black. Wearing dark glasses. Standing tall. Suck in the belly. Look intense.
And let my presence speak for me.
Or maybe “Killer” makes me feel more of that intensity than “dear” or “honey”.
“Killer” will do. Or, “Johnny Cash”.