Sometimes, I just can't sleep, no matter how tired I am.
Typically, the mind wanders; and in my case, I can recall memories that should have been erased by thousands of dollars worth of drugs and numerous violent blows to the head. I don't know how I can still remember what I was thinking about last night, it was like a flood ...
I didn't learn how to swim until I was 8 years old.
Prior to that, I had an affinity for water that led to several near-drownings. I recall almost drowning twice, in the same night. I was about six. I was attracted to the lights in the pool. I got a little carried away and took a dive. A friend of my relatives jumped in and pulled me out. It was a pretty exciting moment for everyone there. About an hour later, I decided to try it again. I was dumbfounded that I did not float the second time. I was a little sore from the CPR, but I think we all had a good laugh.
I didn't learn how to ride a bike until I was ten.
I blame this on the divorce. Yeah, shit happens. But don't quit and then leave a kid hangin' with training wheels, for fuck's sake. I rode a bike with training wheels for almost five years;
actually ... one of the training wheels fell off after the first year. So, I rode around with just the left training wheel on. I had a tendency to wipe out, crashing to the right. I didn't realize anything out of the ordinary about this. It was the first friend I made when I moved to Arizona, Frankie, who taught me how to ride a bike the right way (without crashing).
I smoked my first cigarette when I was twelve.
I was pressured into trying it by the horniest girl in the sixth, and later, seventh and eighth grade.
Her name was Nicky. Through some twist of fate, we ended up sitting next to each other in class nearly all the time. As soon as the lights would go out for an educational filmstrip, her hand would go into my pants, aggressively cupping my stuff. What a freak! Hanging out with her after school often led to painful mishaps, like the time she whacked me in the eye with a racketball racket. The result of that led to eyeglasses. The result of eyeglasses led to being branded a nerd for the next six years.
When I was a Junior in high school, I tutored a Tongan immigrant who was later murdered.
I really had no business tutoring anyone. I barely maintained a B minus average while being addicted to meth. Somehow, I was the darling of the English Department, they thought my poetry was the shit.
I ended up on the school's first Academic Decathlon team. I became a legend in the stoner set. When I received an invitation to the 10 year high school reunion, I was a no-show, but I confessed to my double life in the inevitable questionnaire. Later on, I learned I was a big hit at the party.
Memories, I can't destroy them even if I wanted to (and I do).
Typically, the mind wanders; and in my case, I can recall memories that should have been erased by thousands of dollars worth of drugs and numerous violent blows to the head. I don't know how I can still remember what I was thinking about last night, it was like a flood ...
I didn't learn how to swim until I was 8 years old.
Prior to that, I had an affinity for water that led to several near-drownings. I recall almost drowning twice, in the same night. I was about six. I was attracted to the lights in the pool. I got a little carried away and took a dive. A friend of my relatives jumped in and pulled me out. It was a pretty exciting moment for everyone there. About an hour later, I decided to try it again. I was dumbfounded that I did not float the second time. I was a little sore from the CPR, but I think we all had a good laugh.
I didn't learn how to ride a bike until I was ten.
I blame this on the divorce. Yeah, shit happens. But don't quit and then leave a kid hangin' with training wheels, for fuck's sake. I rode a bike with training wheels for almost five years;
actually ... one of the training wheels fell off after the first year. So, I rode around with just the left training wheel on. I had a tendency to wipe out, crashing to the right. I didn't realize anything out of the ordinary about this. It was the first friend I made when I moved to Arizona, Frankie, who taught me how to ride a bike the right way (without crashing).
I smoked my first cigarette when I was twelve.
I was pressured into trying it by the horniest girl in the sixth, and later, seventh and eighth grade.
Her name was Nicky. Through some twist of fate, we ended up sitting next to each other in class nearly all the time. As soon as the lights would go out for an educational filmstrip, her hand would go into my pants, aggressively cupping my stuff. What a freak! Hanging out with her after school often led to painful mishaps, like the time she whacked me in the eye with a racketball racket. The result of that led to eyeglasses. The result of eyeglasses led to being branded a nerd for the next six years.
When I was a Junior in high school, I tutored a Tongan immigrant who was later murdered.
I really had no business tutoring anyone. I barely maintained a B minus average while being addicted to meth. Somehow, I was the darling of the English Department, they thought my poetry was the shit.
I ended up on the school's first Academic Decathlon team. I became a legend in the stoner set. When I received an invitation to the 10 year high school reunion, I was a no-show, but I confessed to my double life in the inevitable questionnaire. Later on, I learned I was a big hit at the party.
Memories, I can't destroy them even if I wanted to (and I do).
Own 'em.