My name, Un Amigo Mutuo. The literal translation, A Mutual Friend. What follows are my thoughts and emails to Michael Moriarty, my conversations with Wyatt and the unfinished abandoned script Wyatt wrote. My friendship with Wyatt was brief.
Finally, if I may quote the ghost of Jacob Marley who was heard to say, "Look to see me no more".
Wyatt had begun to write, think and speak in the third person. It felt safer for him to be a narrator, a voyeur, it was a detachment from his reality at the time. It was a fictitious figment in Wyatt's mind but very real at the same time. Do not think for one minute this to be an exaggeration. I will provide evidence shortly, but as a frame of reference to you the reader, a little back story.
I was eavesdropping on Wyatt's thoughts. It became clear to me he was in pain and very confused. His first conversation with me went something like this:
"I believe I'm going mad!" he began. "The bloom is gone, there are no more blue skies, I thought I had left all of the dark times behind. I've tried to let it all go, it's just that all the pieces won't fall into place. My friend is dying, I'm losing him and I can't stop it. I tried and it all blew up in my face. I'm helpless". "My life is in pieces…shattered!"
Wyatt shared many things with me, the failed intervention and the unintended consequences which was the result. He shared the horrific night at Legends. Michael living at the Cecil Hotel. His sexual advances and salacious comments directed at him. The assault charge against Margie and the media zoo which followed. The rag tag family he hooked up with and their escapades in Whistler. Miracle Valley and on and on and on.
I will let Wyatt share those details. It's not my story its his. I just happened to be there, just there for a short time. Maybe in some small way I was a brief respite for him during the storm he was enduring. I'm not sure if I will ever see Wyatt again, I hope not.
My brief time with Wyatt can now be summed up in it's entirety.
I am now fast approaching the middle of my sixth decade. Time these days is passing by so quickly. My memory once sharp, now has become a little dull. I thought I had forgotten all about this time in my life. But it happened and yes…I was a little mad. Just for a season though. I won't ignore that fact and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
'Glimpses of Eternity' turned out to be a mirage. Why? I'll get to latter. Too much blood under the bridge!
Today? I've returned. Well…maybe still just half crazy.