i asked for the damn story.
now go.

ok.
where was i, oh yeah, the cocaine years.....

these years went by in a blur...but i had tons of fun!!!!

haha.
i bet.

some things I learned during those times
heather lockleer can drink whiskey with the best of them
nikki sixx is a jerk
bret Michaels is actually pretty fun to party with
so is tommy lee
fame doesn’t always go to the most talented
car thieves suck!

name dropper.

you asked

continue.

in the midst of all of this, working three part time jobs (because I was too stubborn to take a dime from my father) to pay for school, I had one incredibly bad week. got kicked out of my apartment, had my car stolen, lost the first girl I ever truly loved, lost a friend in an automobile accident (a well publicized one at that, but you don’t want names, so I figure you don’t want details) and got fired for the first and only time in my life from the best paying of my three jobs. so, I did what anyone would have done, I grabbed my surf board and a suitcase and left the country.

mhm.

mexico first, then australia for 3 weeks. stayed 5 weeks and was kindly asked to leave...haha

mhmm.

ok, so I returned home, got a job (hated it) then I decided to move. ended up in west palm beach, fla. where I faked my way into a job assisting the owner of a large electrical contracting co.

I met this wonderful girl who treated me like I was the only person in the entire world. I fell head over heels, deeply and madly in love, too bad it was with her best friend. I tried to return her love, but it was no use. I just didn’t feel the same way. as for the other girl, well, after we broke-up, she and I spent a little bit of time around each other and we really hit it off. the last time I saw her we went to dinner and then went for a walk on the beach. we talked (and walked) all night long. it was a magical night; we each found something we had been searching for, something that was undeniably pure.

just before sunrise we stopped walking and we sat together, staring out at the sea. we talked about life and children, about futures and pasts. we talked about friendship and lovers, about what could be and what never was. we talked about repercussions and pain, cause and effect and when it came down to it, neither of us wanted to hurt the other girl any more than she already was.

I walked her to her car knowing this was going to be goodbye. we hugged, and in that moment I felt so connected, so completely in-touch with her soul that I wanted to ignore everything we had had discussed. I wanted to erase time and start new with her. but the tear I saw inching its was down her check made me realize that this was the way it had to be, at least for the time being. I took my thumb and met the tear half way down her face. she was shaking, so I grabbed her I my arms and held her tightly to me. she engulfed me, her arms went around me as if I were a part of her. her long blond hair was blowing in the morning breeze and it wrapped me in a protective cover. her body welcomed me and we became one.

then I kissed her. it was to be the only kiss we would share, but it was the best first and last kiss of my life. it was long and deep, it contained everything a kiss should. it was filled with smiles and laughter. it was heartache and passion, the spring air and the fall leaves. it was chocolate and music. it was surrender and possibility, hello and goodbye. it was, I truly love you, but...

she drove off crying. three days later I got on a plane and moved to phoenix. we kept in touch for about a year, then one day she became a part of my past. I have never regretted leaving her there, but sometimes I do regret never going back.

how precious.

This is fairly fascinating.

Well now, aren’t you two a bundle of encouragement?

i try.
(:

you are a peach.

actually i think i'm human.

nope, you, are a peach.