You're So Vain

You probably think this post is about you.

Am I ready? Do I wear my war wound like a crown?  I used to do this all the time.  Like a breathing.  Now it's new but it's not.

I have something to prove.

Richard Bachman was still Stephen King.  

A phoenix rising from the ashes is—i would assume—a majestic event.  I would gather that a unicorn arising from a puddle of mud would be a version of similar.  More my style.  Its brilliant white marred with muck.  Shaking its head and neck, mane splattering mud like a Pollock.

I am like that unicorn.  I am uncovering myself from the mud.