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FIFTY-ONE. Secret.
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Jun. 18th, 2007 | 11:04 pm
mood: 
pensive
Tell me a secret.
The legacy is almost over. This is a secret - one that everyone thinks they know, but don't. The other partners have been wanting me to step down for years. Shirley and Paul keep me on a tight leash, quietly hoping I'll have enough glimmers of my former genius to keep us in business. But the legacy's end isn't far away, no matter how hard I fight.
Life is a simple thing at heart. You're born. You live, you grow, you get old, and you die. I'm old. It doesn't matter how young at heart I might be; I'm old, and Botox injections and trips to the spa can only reverse the effects of time, not the age I've reached. I'm something of an elder now, but I'm not treated like one. I'm the crazy old man at the top of building who keeps guns in his desk and drinks on his balcony. But, I'm still Denny Crane - the definition of the term has changed with age, but it's still me, in moments.
Legacy's don't seem to age. They stay young forever - always glamorous and gleaming, oblivious to real facts at hand. A legacy is known for that moment in life that something was great. My moment has passed. I have moments of my previous moment - little pauses where the genius of the undefeated Denny Crane comes out to defend his title then vanishes like a cowardly Democrat, marring my image. Though my star may be fading, the legacy that was Denny Crane still lives on. The secret is that the light behind the legacy is growing dim.
The legacy is almost over. This is a secret - one that everyone thinks they know, but don't. The other partners have been wanting me to step down for years. Shirley and Paul keep me on a tight leash, quietly hoping I'll have enough glimmers of my former genius to keep us in business. But the legacy's end isn't far away, no matter how hard I fight.
Life is a simple thing at heart. You're born. You live, you grow, you get old, and you die. I'm old. It doesn't matter how young at heart I might be; I'm old, and Botox injections and trips to the spa can only reverse the effects of time, not the age I've reached. I'm something of an elder now, but I'm not treated like one. I'm the crazy old man at the top of building who keeps guns in his desk and drinks on his balcony. But, I'm still Denny Crane - the definition of the term has changed with age, but it's still me, in moments.
Legacy's don't seem to age. They stay young forever - always glamorous and gleaming, oblivious to real facts at hand. A legacy is known for that moment in life that something was great. My moment has passed. I have moments of my previous moment - little pauses where the genius of the undefeated Denny Crane comes out to defend his title then vanishes like a cowardly Democrat, marring my image. Though my star may be fading, the legacy that was Denny Crane still lives on. The secret is that the light behind the legacy is growing dim.