Heavy heart all day today. Sigh. Its tough seeing pix of the house in ashes where I spent my moody high school years. I used to see old man Crawfords ghost standing in my closet staring at me in the middle of the night and be scared shitless. Then the next morning realize what I thought was a man in a suit was my blazer on a hanger. Rhonda Thurston, I remember you eating food in your sleep and waking up with empty bowls in your bed and how mom and I would make fun of you. And how friggin cold the bathroom was and we would cuddle on the floor over the hot air register with towels over us to trap what little hot air there was to get warm. While there is no more house there are always memories.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 02:31:41 +0000
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