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3 months before my parents got divorced in 1994 we got a cocker spaniel puppy named Katrina Maximillion, she was the runt of the litter. The day we got her she snapped at my nose, she'd do that a lot in her puppy years. Anyway, a few months later my mom was going to take us to a Longview arts festival called Alley Fest. We went every year. It was a pretty typical arts fest kind of thing, local bands played cover songs or blues music, and kids got sand art in little plastic bottles that would inevitably get shook up to a technicolor grandular mess.
But we didnt go that year. Instead mom decided to take a little side trip to some shabby appartments. Tan bricks, brown iron stairwells, old windows. Anyway mom pulled up, and immediately I got the feeling something was wrong. She walked up to the door on the right side, 1st floor and knocked. I looked on from the car, my little brother behind me in the back seat did the same. A blonde girl, late 20s to early 30s walked out, I dont remember her too well, then went back inside. Replacing her was my father, and thus began a heated discussion. The divorce came a bit later.
The next year of my life was filled with turmoil and confusion. I lived with my father in Sherman, Texas and went to school with the coldest, most hostile kids I've ever known. I had no friends in any real sense. However, I had katy. She warmed up to me after the divorce, and she became really the only one in the house that seemed to empathize with me. She had wonderful big brown cow-eyes that always said "It's ok, whatever it is you'll get through it."
Anyway, not to drag this out, yesterday I found out my oldest friend has liver cancer, and might not see the end of the year. I kinda wanted to just get that out there, so you guys know if I'm a bit down (more than usual anyway).
boo hoo bitch bitch bitch wah wah right? ha, funny how those things come back to bite you in the ass.
But we didnt go that year. Instead mom decided to take a little side trip to some shabby appartments. Tan bricks, brown iron stairwells, old windows. Anyway mom pulled up, and immediately I got the feeling something was wrong. She walked up to the door on the right side, 1st floor and knocked. I looked on from the car, my little brother behind me in the back seat did the same. A blonde girl, late 20s to early 30s walked out, I dont remember her too well, then went back inside. Replacing her was my father, and thus began a heated discussion. The divorce came a bit later.
The next year of my life was filled with turmoil and confusion. I lived with my father in Sherman, Texas and went to school with the coldest, most hostile kids I've ever known. I had no friends in any real sense. However, I had katy. She warmed up to me after the divorce, and she became really the only one in the house that seemed to empathize with me. She had wonderful big brown cow-eyes that always said "It's ok, whatever it is you'll get through it."
Anyway, not to drag this out, yesterday I found out my oldest friend has liver cancer, and might not see the end of the year. I kinda wanted to just get that out there, so you guys know if I'm a bit down (more than usual anyway).
boo hoo bitch bitch bitch wah wah right? ha, funny how those things come back to bite you in the ass.