Bubba
My very own redheaded drama geek. Big brother from day one: friend, boyfriend, my first fireworks, ex, friend, and brother still. Not many could make it as long as we have - distance can’t dim love.
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Doug
First experience with a ‘bad boy’ - huffy bike, leather jacket, curling hair, thuggish walk even at 7. My first kiss: unfrozen by your lips during freezetag in your yard. Getting into trouble was worth it.
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Tammy
Across the street, first girl friend I remember. Board and darts in the carport. One birthed the scar on my thigh. I should have listened, and Jimmy shouldn’t have thrown - memory marked in flesh.
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Today? I wish I could mimic D.D. and hide like this:
Instead, I stayed up all night, watching movies, relaxing, and cleaning up the living room and finishing moving some things around (course, the dining room/ex-office still looks like shit - but we’re getting there.) and then, spun in circles in my new comfy chair:
