Dear Murphy: Several things We May or May Not Need a Stupid Fuckin’ Rope For

Dear Murphy,

You still seem rather skeptical about Connor’s insistence on bringing rope to every job, to every event, and to every place you go that isn’t in and out.

You seem to be convinced that rope is a non-essential item in our day to day lives.

Now, I’m just a writer, what do I know about the ins-and-outs of your specific job? But I think that there are a few things you are overlooking in your dear brother’s insistence of having what you refer to as “stupid fuckin’ rope.”

Let us first consider that there are many different kinds of rope. There are different materials and textures, gauges and thicknesses. Hell, you could consider twine a kind of rope, or yarn for that matter, depending on how you want to define it.

But for your consideration, we shall just stick with the thick, black nylon kind of rope that you always seem to end up lugging around.

You should first and foremost consider yourself lucky that you’re not a pirate. You’d have to spend all day lugging rope around. And half the damn ship is made of rope, you know. All the rigging is rope, all the ropes in the sails. And you always need extra rope to tie down loose cannons – and people – in violent storms. You’d swing across the ropes to board another ship, just like in the movies. And when the ship crashes and sinks and you are stranded and your clothes have become to big because you’ve lost so much weight and are starving, that rope will be your belt.

Or you could hang yourself. Or the mutineers who crashed your ship in the first place.

I think thirty pounds of rope is getting off lightly when you consider that you could be a pirate.

I grew up on a farm, Murphy. Trust me when I say that a good piece of rope can come in so handy for things like tying equipment and tarps down on the back of my truck. Or for making a makeshift halter to lead my horse. Or worst case scenario, a quick fix for lashing together the fence posts while we bring the materials to fix them properly. The same idea goes for working construction. Again, we see tarps and tools and heavy things that need to be lifted – what else are you going to use on the pulley?

You could also be a rock climber. They rely on rope to make sure that they don’t fall to their untimely and ultimately gross demise.

Or you could be a mercenary. (Or is that what you think of yourself as, already?) You could use your rope to set traps. Again, with these things that we see in the movies! But you’re considering it now, aren’t you? A rope trap, or a string of rope with tin cans attached to warn you when someone is coming. You can stop the ambush that way. (Watch out for the zombies.)

You’ve done some insane things (shall we refrain from mentioning Copley Plaza?) and have been very lucky to have rope on hand. That in itself should be enough of an argument in favor of having rope.

But I know you. It never is.

So what else can you use this rope for?

For starters, I will suggest that you could use it as a whip. Because it’s honestly the first thing you do when you have a piece of rope. Not you, specifically, dear Murphy, but the general ‘you’ in reference to anyone who may or may not be reading this. Admit it, you’ve done it.

And now you have a piece of rope for which you have no use. You’ve whipped it around like Indiana Jones and you’re bored holding your piece of rope.

Save your rope, dear Murphy, you do need to keep yourself in top physical condition. Use it as a jump rope, you have it anyway. And I know that the thick black nylon rope you have is an excellent weight. You can also use it for resistance training. Those pitiful elastics the gyms overcharge you for ain’t got nothing on a good piece of rope. And you could always try climbing the rope to build your upper body strength. But you won’t, ’cause that was the worst part of grade school gym class.

And you’re giving me that look that says I’m insane.

We could always use our imagination a little more, couldn’t we? Do you truly want me to go into kinky details about what you could do with that rope?

…too bad. I’m not going to. But your mind went there too. So maybe reconsider your rope.

Besides, Murphy, you never know when you’ll have to save a damsel from her tower. Not everyone can grow hair long and thick enough to hoist you into a tower. You’ll be thankful you have your rope then.

I think I have made my point quite clear, dear Murphy.

So quit arguing about what you’re going to need the stupid fuckin’ rope for.

You could be a pirate.

Sincerely,
Kai.

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I'm a writer. I write everything from shorts, to novels to screenplays and then some. I like comic books, ponies, zombies, pokemon, monsters, demons, vampires and mythology. I walk a fine line between badass, scary and girly. View all posts by kaikiriyama

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