Surviving Can Be Sad

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(Warning: language and sexual reference)

Morning came as the sun beamed through the vertical blinds like it had something to say. Celeste rolled over and covered her face with the over-stuffed pillow next to her. She smiled as she thought about last night. Her smile faded, remembering the conversation Jack had started with her; the conversation she wanted to finish.

“No way,” Celeste whispered to herself as she crawled out of bed and walked over to the wet bar. She opened the refrigerator to see a note taped to a bottle of vodka.

Good morning, sunshine, Sorry I had to cut out early. Meeting. Here is a gift for you. There is money in the nightstand drawer. See you Thursday? My love, Jackie.

Celeste twisted the cap off of the vodka and threw it at the mirror on the adjacent wall. She schlepped over to the nightstand and slid the drawer open.

There was a pink envelope inside; the flap tucked in. Two thousand dollars. She would give Spitz a grand to keep him quiet for a while. She dropped the envelope on the nightstand and chugged two shots of vodka.

It’s unbelievable what you do to survive, Celly. She thought to herself.

Celeste plopped on the bed, pulled her panties to the side and fingered herself while she closed her eyes and thought of a random dark-haired man. Jack crept into her head along with the conversation from last night. Her stomach flip-flopped as she ran to the bathroom, both her hands over her mouth. She made it to the toilet and puked.

She looked hard at herself in the mirror behind the sink.

“Hunny, there is an explanation for this. There has got to be another dancer named Janice. God has a sense of humor, sure. But he ain’t no sick fuck, is he? No way have you been banging your daddy.”

She scooped the money up, got dressed and threw the key on the bed. It was time to go get some answers.

*excerpt from a novel written in 2011

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Life: A Memoir of Embarrassing Moments

So….. I have been told by many people that my life has been interesting.  Well, mostly my children have told me this.  And I also noticed, that for every story someone has I have a counter story that is much, much better.

I bought a book six or so months ago about “How To Write Your Life Story” or some crap like that.  I read through most of it (I get through most of anything).  In the book they said “everyone’s life can be turned into a memoir.” I don’t think I necessarily agree with that.  There are certain people I wouldn’t really dig reading about, just as I am sure there are many people who wouldn’t dig reading about my life events.

And there there is the fame factor.

Like, if I wrote, “Today I had tuna on toast but decided to leave the crusts on because my horoscope said live on the edge” people would be like, “Wow. Lame.”

Buuut.. if say, Nikki Sixx of Motley Crue fame or Beyonce ate the same thing that day and blogged or tweeted about it or even threw it in an exclusive tell all book.. “This Is What I EAT!” people would be buying out the tuna and bread on the grocery aisle shelves.

I’m not sure why things go the way they do.  I just know that they go.

When I sit down to really think about it… I have had quite an interesting ride so far.  I have many stories that not only would be entertaining to people… but I really think people could get something out of them.  Kind of like, “wow I need to remember to never do that.  Ever.”

A couple of examples:

  • Never throw a cigarette butt in a trash can under a tree .. especially if the can is filled with paper.
  • When you’re seven, don’t put toothpaste on your eyelids. In fact, never do that at any age.
  • Listen to your grandmother when she tells you to never leave your drink unattended.  You could almost wind up dead somewhere.
  • If you really have to pee, just go to the bathroom.  Don’t stand in the classroom doing the wiggle jiggle dance while the teacher talks and ignores you.  The end result is embarrassing.

These are just a few instances that are fond memories of my past.  Ok, not 100% fond, but I lived through them and came out a stronger person for it.

Got any great stories? 😀