Camden, King of the Dragons

Dual

RIP Karl 1991-2014
No mere mortal is he. Half Polynesian; 14 years old but larger than the rest of us. Bipolar-autistic. Camden loves Dungeons and Dragons; when we feel kind we sometimes play with him. White dragon, bronze dragon, red dragon, he knows them all. He is a dragon. Hear him roar.

His chore is to clean the living room. Malinda, part time enemy, part time collaborator, asks him to do it. NO. She asks again. NO!!! Camden rages. Out on the porch now. He breaks it! Broken railing toppled. Now falling to the ground below. We lock the door.

Rex Dragonorum wants to return to the comfort of the house. He batters the sliding door. Tension inside. Will it hold? Today we are lucky. He batters the windows. Walker and I stand at the dining room window as he comes up. We make eye contact and burst out laughing. Cold, hate filled stare. He flips us off and gives the window a mighty burst.

Camden continues his siege. Battering ram on the front door. He gives up and takes the walk to Dodd; a walk so many before have taken. Walker and I go on the fire escape and watch as he walks down the driveway, smashing reflectors as he goes. We yell an inside joke. You're gonna regret this! We laugh. The mighty lizard freezes for an instant before turning towards us. We go inside again and quickly lock the door.

Fare thee well, sovereign of the mighty race of dragons. May thy next realm be more receptive to thy grandeur.
 
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