Well, you're a romantic bastard,
Let me preface this by saying I'm not self-destructive, so don't worry about me, don't pray for me, and don't even think about calling me.
As I sit here listening to the greatest country singers ever born, drinking whiskey and smoking cheap cigars all by myself, I find my mind wonders onto a familiar topic; what is so romantic about a self-destructive man? I wonder about this often, not only as a writer, but also as an observer of human behavior. There is something inherently romantic about an alcoholic loner who's destined to destroy himself and as often as I've pondered this I'm still not sure what it is. As there are some men who seek out women who need their "help" I guess there are women who want to save a man from his own self. But even beyond that, think of all the movies that glorify a self-destructive man and the woman who can save him. Even "Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man" and “Die Hard” are like that. Hell, the blues are built around it. It's a subject too deep to really talk about on here but it always fascinates me. What about you?
