No, he thought he was cool... too cool... which is why he is too dead. I could tell you a long, tall, but true Texas tale about him.... the drinkin', the train, the cryin' his Momma did... (just as a condensed version of the story, kinda like Reader's Digest... he did end up with a hook because he got wasted and stuck his arm under a train, nooooo kidd'n. :) ... that's not what killed him, obviously, or there would have been no need for a prosthesis) Not that, or the 6 months he spent playing chicken with 18 wheelers in his Corvette with a bottle of Jack Daniels between his legs and me in the passenger seat... I couldn't make this shit up if I tried, I promise. :) But... you have to work and it's past your bedtime. Night night!!!!
Sometimes he visits me in my nightmares, and this is really, truly along the lines of what I see, only uglier.
Thank you both.... I can't help myself sometimes. I don't talk very much in person anymore... I stopped doing that when I was little and got tagged with "Windy Cindy", and realized no one was listening, anyway. Sorry ya'll are subjected to my rattling on sometimes. :)
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Me gots work tomorrow NOOOOOooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!
You have a cool dead ex-husband.
Sometimes he visits me in my nightmares, and this is really, truly along the lines of what I see, only uglier.
For some reason for almost every picture I see of yours, the colours you use together are completely knew to me.
I support DBAs communiations. I wish more people would open up and express.
And here I thought this was one of the guys from Deliverance. X)