The following, in some cases can be a fictional story. There I was, on the top of the mountain, bible in hand but nowhere to go. I was a lone ranger, not the kind you think of when you hear that word, but the kind who believed that he could make it on his own (and I was doing quite fine if you ask me!). But that is not what he had planned. This part of the story is real. Back in 1999 I was disabled, mentally, but that is not all. I was pulled out of something, that something was me. It was like the force inside of me that kept me in my body yanked me out of my earth suit and placed me in a temporary body, like the one you would see in a fictional movie. This part was the cool part. Family and friends I had never seen before would emerge as if from nowhere, this was cool too, but it ended--pretty fast. I was left with one friend, Jill. You might as well call me Jack at this point.
Jill had ideas, she was a pretty--you better-do it--my-way kind of girl. Sort of an angel, but a lost one if you know what I mean. She would take me places and we would dance, she would encourage me, and I would smile back. She liked the backstreet boys, this was the 90's remember. They were pretty hip back then. She even sneaked backstage at one of their concerts, and showed me a picture of her and the "boys" back in their dressing room. Jill had her ways, she was not as depressed as me back them, but we did meet, several times in the Hospital as a coincidence of course. I remember her mom was a chain smoker, and Jill liked crab, not the family the fish. She was cool.
Jill smoked too. She would always tell me..I'm craven a craven. (code for the brand Craven A cigarettes). She would just pick me up and we would go places, together. Her moms house, a caravan, a hotel, even a meditation centre (unfortunately both our idea's). She would take me to a bar, and ask a stranger to buy me a coke. We went to a donuts store, after she proposed marriage to me and I said yes, and stood on top of a chair and announced "we're getting married!" and everybody cheered.
Jill and I had to go our separate ways, but before she went hers and I went mine, I was determined to track her down and make her my wife, but I was stuck in the hospital. Best thing. She eventually got married, and I was single. I liked it, being single. Then the enemy came running in like a flood. He used to be a nice person, he will remain nameless, but he beat me, not in a game of chess but in the game called life. One blow to the face after another, until all I could do was run. Homeless and beaten, scarred for life. One day after another passed by, then one more day and an other day. It was a 911 every day and the darn thing won't end, until his enemy comes running in like a flood, but that is something different.
Back to a life of 80' retro, and possible mid-life crisis. The story continues.
Jill had ideas, she was a pretty--you better-do it--my-way kind of girl. Sort of an angel, but a lost one if you know what I mean. She would take me places and we would dance, she would encourage me, and I would smile back. She liked the backstreet boys, this was the 90's remember. They were pretty hip back then. She even sneaked backstage at one of their concerts, and showed me a picture of her and the "boys" back in their dressing room. Jill had her ways, she was not as depressed as me back them, but we did meet, several times in the Hospital as a coincidence of course. I remember her mom was a chain smoker, and Jill liked crab, not the family the fish. She was cool.
Jill smoked too. She would always tell me..I'm craven a craven. (code for the brand Craven A cigarettes). She would just pick me up and we would go places, together. Her moms house, a caravan, a hotel, even a meditation centre (unfortunately both our idea's). She would take me to a bar, and ask a stranger to buy me a coke. We went to a donuts store, after she proposed marriage to me and I said yes, and stood on top of a chair and announced "we're getting married!" and everybody cheered.
Jill and I had to go our separate ways, but before she went hers and I went mine, I was determined to track her down and make her my wife, but I was stuck in the hospital. Best thing. She eventually got married, and I was single. I liked it, being single. Then the enemy came running in like a flood. He used to be a nice person, he will remain nameless, but he beat me, not in a game of chess but in the game called life. One blow to the face after another, until all I could do was run. Homeless and beaten, scarred for life. One day after another passed by, then one more day and an other day. It was a 911 every day and the darn thing won't end, until his enemy comes running in like a flood, but that is something different.
Back to a life of 80' retro, and possible mid-life crisis. The story continues.
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