My heart began to unfreeze. Grinch-style. I felt it grow three sizes. And I let someone in. Actually in. I didnt let myself get too excited. For once. I waited. Patiently. Timing even seemed kinda right. Then I had an issue. I was the victim of domestic violence. Missed my flight to LA. Got drunk at the local watering hole. And then - get this shit - a pilled-up female body builder choked me out at the bar after accusing me of sleeping with her husband Gary. (Like I would ever sleep with a dude named Gary.) Ended up getting kicked out of the bar when people saw me defend myself. Had to sleep behind a dumpster with all my Los Angeles bound bags. When I woke up I was scream-crying. Called the police, then my mom to come get me. Apparently the guy I was seeing came over later, though by the time he got there I was passed out. I dont know if in my drunken stupor I told him something terrible like I loved him, but without so much as a conversation or even text, he blocked me on Facebook after his visit. That was a week ago. I dont want to build these walls back up; I have to build these walls back up. They are my only defense against what I do not understand. Gonna miss you, baby.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 08:41:27 +0000
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