My Night Time Friend

The man with no feelings comes into my home every night. He's been in my living room for such a long time he feels like an old shoe. It sure is nice to see him there. He gives me a warm smile and I wonder if he knows the kind of day I've had. I wonder what kind of day he's had. We never really talk face to face. He just talks and I listen. I smile and carry on my daily routine. He's always there for me at night, he makes me think, smile and laugh and oh how I laugh. He helps me unwind from a busy day. We share a cup of tea and I watch, listen and learn from him. I have much to learn and he has much to teach me.

He's not a college professor, or a brilliant scholar. He's just a man who has his own distinct personality. He's got a lot of his own ideas, and sometimes I wonder where he came up with them. He's usually really quite loud and boisterous, not really my kind of man. But I sure do like his honesty and friendliness. I sure do like sharing my nighttimes with him. He tends to grow on a person. Not like a bad weed, but a forever friend.

He lived a simple life growing up in the United States, I think he said he was from Indiana, and his dad was a florist and his mom was a church secretary. Couldn't be any more Joe Average than that could he? My dear nighttime friend. He went to grade school, high school and university. He lived near the Indianapolis speedway and collected model cars. Guess, he can have as many as he wants now. He sure has enough money to do that if he wants. He even ran the school radio station and got kicked off for making a wacky remark about classical music. That's just his way. He's always been wacky and you wonder if he takes anything really seriously.

Well, he sure is taking life pretty seriously these days. He's in a whole lot of trouble. I heard he was being blackmailed. That's really serious. Why would anyone do that to him? I heard it was because he was human. He's being blackmailed for being a person with feelings, a person who cares, a person who loves, and a person who feels the bitterness of loneliness. He is a person who wants to make his life real so that he can bring happiness into so many other lives. You mean he's being blackmailed for being human? You mean it's not a good thing to be human? He has all the human frailties that the rest of us do. My night time friend is human. I always knew that. Down deep inside I always knew he was human. He's not supposed to be though. Didn't anyone tell him he's a celebrity now. If he were in any other profession he would have never had this problem it would have been shrugged off as an office romance, or a fling. Single men can have office romances, can't they? Not in the field he's in, oh no. I guess, he didn't know that when you become a celebrity you give your life over to the world. Your not supposed to have a private life anymore. Your supposed to be an open book so people can read you and judge you from cover to cover. Oh my night time friend. Didn't anybody tell you that you can't be who you want to be anymore, but whom society thinks you should be. My night time friend, do take care.

I'm sure you know by now, I'm talking about David Letterman. I do not know Mr. Letterman, or have never met him, but I do feel sorry for his circumstances.