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Phound Fotos: JD's Unwanted Insights

Photographic evidence suggests that a group of people gathered around a trailer on a sunny day some 19 years ago in the countryside of Northwest Arkansas. Writing found on the back of the photos identifies the event as a party. The celebrants gathered for a meal under the sun and over the course of an afternoon and into the evening enjoyed generous quantities of beer, marijuana, and fellowship.

JD arrived at an hour marked by shadows of intermediate length, but whether this indicates mid-morning or mid-afternoon I cannot say with certainty, though I suspect the latter. JD rode onto the scene on his Harley Davidson motorcycle; a fact noted on the back of every photo in which he appears. JD's iron horse appears in more party photos than does JD himself, from which I draw the tentative conclusion that JD's HD loomed larger in the minds of the other party goers (including the photographer) than did its owner.

It seems that JD arrived, dismounted, and started to move away from his bike, but as he passed it, he glanced at it, and in that instant JD suffered a rapid series of associations and insights that would dampen his afternoon and return to haunt him for as long as he owned the bike. A motorcycle can symbolize many things, and I imagine that rather than seeing his gleaming Harley Davidson as evidence of his material abundance or as a symbol of his mobility and the myriad opportunities available to him, he looked at his Harley and suffered a moment of unwanted clarity.

Looking at his bike, JD remembered a friend of his who had had, for the span of a single summer, a girlfriend who met every criteria for the perfect bicker chick. Skinny, but with a prodigious bust (and this before the era of the ubiquitous boob job), possessed of boundless carnal appetites, and seemingly unconcerned over the physical appearance of the men from whom she took her sexual pleasure, she had raised JD's friend's status with other bikers, who took her presence on the back of JD's friend's bike as the self-actualizing evidence of his elevated status in the biker culture of rural Arkansas.

And yet, as the summer progressed, the very qualities which had, at the outset, made her so perfect became a source of increasing anxiety and eventually misery for JD's friend. He knew from personal experience that she would show her pierced nipple to anyone with the moxy to ask, and that with little subtlety or savoir-faire one could advance from visual to tactile examination, both manual and oral.

Her availability, which had once so excited JD's friend became a liability once she accepted him as her paramour du jour. At biker gatherings JD's friend could not stand to see her making a spectacle of herself and attracting a circle of admiring male on-lookers as she had once attracted him, and as she had done the previous summer, and as she would continue to do every summer until the ravages of sun, alcohol, haphazard diet, and eventually childbirth would rob her once nubile form of its power to affect men as it did that summer in the mid 1980s.

In the span of a short glance, JD drew a distressing body of parallels between his friend's one-time girlfriend and his own gleaming Harley Davidson motorcycle. This insight presented itself to JD fully formed, and it gnawed at him as he saw a circle of shirtless men gather around his Harley to admire it and comment on its virtues.

He bought the bike thinking that it would elevate his status in the eyes of his peers, and while it seemed to do so, JD's HD undercut his stature even as it elevated it and proved itself a source of increasing anxiety. What's worse, JD's mind, quick but untrained, also brought him face to face with an understanding of the concept that would, a decade later, form the basis for the novel Fight Club, which would evolve into the David Fincher film of the same name, staring Brad Pitt and Edward Norton; i.e. that the stuff you own ends up owning you.

Cross posted to: foundphotos


( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 22nd, 2005 11:16 pm (UTC)
these are awesome.
Jan. 22nd, 2005 11:43 pm (UTC)
Thanks, man.
Jan. 23rd, 2005 12:11 am (UTC)

Jan. 23rd, 2005 01:27 am (UTC)
Re: LOL!
I'm glad you liked it. There's a whole lot more where this came from. I've got seven albums of other people's photos.
Jan. 24th, 2005 07:20 am (UTC)
This has left me feeling a little like Dennis Hopper in Apocalypse Now. Wow, man.
Jan. 24th, 2005 01:48 pm (UTC)
Re: Wow, man.
I hope that's a good thing. Dennis seemed rather shell shocked and discombobulated in that film.
Feb. 19th, 2005 05:43 am (UTC)
That was a really great story. It gave a noble air to a set of pictures that might otherwise be fodder for comedy. Nice work.
Feb. 19th, 2005 05:56 am (UTC)
Re: Stories
Thank you.

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