Creative Confabulist!

Last year for this prompt, I took a historical view, rather than view it as a contemporary item I explored it as prelude. Here is a bit of what I said:

“Yes, I know. Most likely, you think the words I’d choose were suave or sophisticated. But too many friends, and not friends have chosen, hellion, bastard, devil spawn and such. They just don’t know me.

It is true that in my younger days, I did a bit more than my share of raising Cain, tom-catting, and “going to see the varmint. But, in the words of Saint Augustine, “It was wicked, but I loved it.” Well I don’t know, about the wicked part…after all we were all consenting adults. And you know, as the good saint also said, “No one can be a saint without first being human.” And I am very human!”

I still stick by that, but it falls flat for today. Why? Well, few people who know me today recognize me from those passages. They’ve never been exposed to the wandering Pius Itinerant with guitar named Wes Carson. These folks never even knew that that part of me ever existed. Diabolical, you say? Just practical. They have only been exposed to a sedate, dare I say it? Professional Presentation of me. Boring, I know.

How do I know this? Someone who I know, who thought they knew me, happened across this blog. They assumed that the story they read about my life on Boston’s Beacon Hill was total fiction. They were kind of shocked when I assured them that it was a fictionalized version of things that had actually happened. Yes, I jazzed it up for fun, but I actually did live with a bunch of nutcases who did weird and crazy things. They looked at me and said, “bullshitter!”

So, yes, that one word could be used to describe me. But it’s so crude. It’s so much less interesting than say, confabulist …creative confabulist!

So there you are. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.