Listening to people talk about: Things I’ve already heard about multiple times Being called “Queen” Dirty people talking about other people being dirty – MF YOU dirty…. SHUT UP! Someone going on and on, and on and on, and on and on, about some shit they’re never going to change or do anything about – shit I hate when I do it (please slit my throat next time I do it) Someone saying this or that “can’t happen”, “won’t happen”,…
Yesterday when driving back from fishing, burnt the hell up from the sun, and fishless, I drove past a huge cemetery. The cemetery was overcrowded with grave stones, big, small, fancy and plain. You could tell someone spent thousands of dollars on some of them, probably dipping into their savings. Others were modest – some were so small the names of the deceased could barely fit onto them. It reminded me of when you buy a really small birthday cake…
It was a wet, dreary, and chilly day in Columbus, Ohio, on October 7, 1987 – cold enough for a sweater, but not quite cold enough for a winter coat. I was 20 years old at the time, and my baby girl was turning two years old today. I wanted to go pick up a birthday cake from Resch’s, my favorite bakery on Livingston Avenue, and my mother wanted to go shopping to buy her a present. We discussed where…