Happy Birthday, Poop-Face
I know it's just turned into Thursday. I know I haven't gone to sleep yet. But since it is, technically, Thursday.....I know I'm in for a long day. I work. Hopefully my efforts as a moderately skilled server will earn me more than $50. We're supposed to start getting busier.
I will make a stop at Taco Bell on my way to work. I will order my usual, along with a little something that I know Johnathan would have ordered. I'll know it when I see it. 'We' are all eating Taco Bell today....for him. I should actually stop by his road-side memorial. But doing that before work will be hard....but visiting at night, after work, will be scary (you're pretty exposed out there, on the sidewalk).
It's his birthday today. He would have been 24. I should be close to finished with my tribute shirt by then. I started painting a little trivial memorial on one of my TGIF uniform shirts. I'm glad we're able to decorate them as we please (with in taste, of course).
He would have been.....WOULD have been.....24.
Such a small number.
G** Damn.
I ache for Richard, Valli, Ivan and the Caballeros. I cannot even wrap my mind around my own stunned pain....let alone....something so much deeper than my view. I'm on the sandbar, fighting off the tide that sucks at my legs, barely holding steady in soggy, way-giving sand...whereas they are free-floating in the rip tide.
I will make a stop at Taco Bell on my way to work. I will order my usual, along with a little something that I know Johnathan would have ordered. I'll know it when I see it. 'We' are all eating Taco Bell today....for him. I should actually stop by his road-side memorial. But doing that before work will be hard....but visiting at night, after work, will be scary (you're pretty exposed out there, on the sidewalk).
It's his birthday today. He would have been 24. I should be close to finished with my tribute shirt by then. I started painting a little trivial memorial on one of my TGIF uniform shirts. I'm glad we're able to decorate them as we please (with in taste, of course).
He would have been.....WOULD have been.....24.
Such a small number.
G** Damn.
I ache for Richard, Valli, Ivan and the Caballeros. I cannot even wrap my mind around my own stunned pain....let alone....something so much deeper than my view. I'm on the sandbar, fighting off the tide that sucks at my legs, barely holding steady in soggy, way-giving sand...whereas they are free-floating in the rip tide.