GETTING MORE TALE #816: Escape
Depression is a bugger. I’m a fighter but even a fighter can’t keep it up all the time. We all have our struggles. Mine are usually against myself.
Can’t write. No words. No interest in words. No fresh ideas. Nothing worth putting down on paper.
So much to do. No energy to do any of it.
Talked to someone for a bit. Felt better for a bit. Wrote something for a bit. But it was temporary at best.
The couch called. And them something interesting happened. I ran across a Youtube video.
“I could use this bit for the Sausagefest countdown this summer,” I thought. It’s usually best to get the idea down right away before I forget it.
I went to my work station, downloaded some audio clips, recorded some dialogue and started editing. Had something to eat. Came back to it. Tinkered and tweaked. Listened back. It’s good; it’s funny. It just needs some more originality. Went back at it the next morning and finished it to my satisfaction. Then I started work on the next one.
In my mind, it was already July. I closed my eyes and imagined my fellow Festers’ reactions to the bits I was recording. I was blissfully unaware of the snow coming down outside. There was no slush on my sidewalks. Just sun and Sausagefest. Eyes closed, I pictured the scene. When are they laughing? When is the bit dragging? Tweak and tinker some more.
I managed to escape, if only for a little while.
Escaping to the summer. To the happy place. Not just escaping though, but also working on making the 2020 event happen. An escape, but a productive escape at least.
Paint on my cruel or happy face,
I hide me behind it,
It takes me inside another place,
Where no one can find it.
Escape, I get out when I can,
I escape anytime I can,
It’s all escape, I’m crying in my beer,
Come on, let’s escape, just get me out of here.
Don’t get me wrong, don’t get me right,
I’m not like you are,
When I get home from work at night,
I’m blacker and bluer.
So I escape, I get out when I can,
I escape anytime I can,
It’s all escape, I’m crying in my beer,
Escape, just get me out of here.
But where am I running to?
There’s no place to go.
Just put on my make-up,
And get me to the show, yeah, escape.
Yeah, what are you waiting for?
My doctor said, just come around,
And you’ll be taken care of,
And while he ran my problems down,
I stole his mascara.
That’s how I escape, I get out when I can,
I escape anyway I can,
I escape, I’m crying in my beer,
Let’s escape, just get me out of here,
Escape, let’s get out while we can,
It’s escape, anyway we can,
Come on, let’s escape,
Nobody wants us around here anyway.


ALICE COOPER – Welcome To My Nightmare (1975)

