A Spell to Lift a Curse

A Monologue

Have you ever thought you might be cursed? Like, for real? I’d considered this many times. The idea that I was “cursed”. Especially when people would say things to me like, “How are YOU not famous?”

I’d think, yeah… what the fuck? It’s like, I’m standing right there on the precipice, everyone is cheering me on, and then at the last second the rug gets pulled out from under me for reasons beyond my control.

I used to have problems with drugs and alcohol, and I’m certain that held me back. But I’d been off the bad stuff for years and I still didn’t have the success I felt I deserved. I wanted to be seen and recognized for my artistic contributions to society. Appreciated. Celebrated. Doesn’t everyone?

I mean, fuck it. I’ll say it. I wanted to be famous. But so far, I’d only managed to be well known among some… famous men.

I wondered if the curse had anything to do with them. The men. All of them powerful. All of them practitioners of some kind of dark arts or magic. Sex Magic, Black Magic, …