she gave up 2 newborns, for adoption, as opposed to the route i owe for, with 2 & having to choose a wife vs 6mo... liquid brain, triploidy something (believe it meant 3 sets of chromosomes), daughter, I'd already named... who was unlikely to go full term, if survive, moments outside a womb, at all...
i can't imagine the determination, strength, will to live, of this LADY, after everything i heard and won't say, even... here.
men, constantly exploiting, abusing, beating the shit out of; being chased, state to state... one chance, having evidence lost, in the good ol boy, system and another, betrayed by her own kind; own family... from this same, predator. i can't even lift 8lbs, more than 20 times, over my head, or dig a single fence post, without complaint and even still... I'd like a lil alone time, with this "gentlemen".
a mother, who didn't seem to relate, 40yrs senior, until she fled back home, broken and bloodied; literally, running.... hobbling... backwards, off hospital grounds.
this lady knows... what knees look, feel n smell like, after crawling, 3 miles.
i just can't stop going over, what i heard.
how special... closed around 7 (lack of business, not hours)... just me n she... dimly lit, freezing fucking cold, the one night, i forgot all 3 jackets, at home... shooting the shit, til 0130. sooo intimate. best conversations and mostly, i got to listen and enjoy the ride.
it's so unfortunate that a stereotype, i learned from Hollywood, keeps ringing true... the hard hard lives, seemingly, prerequisite, of so many things that set the imaginations of men, women and children, ablaze. i want to run away with the circus. i want a bj from the forked tongue, pythona, of penthouse forum. i want to witness a full blown bar brawl. i want to live off the land, camping, every night. i want to try river water (shine). i want to hop freight trains and see parts of the world, even cars and planes, never see. i want to ride wild horses. work spring roundup... i want to have a mountain lion, deliver dinner. i want to point a gun at a woman beater, molester, rapist. i want to visit those historical towns. i want to be that strong. i want to be that fearless. i want to have that big a heart, even still... and that many friends, who would do anything for me.
such an independent thinker... those kinds of crowds... not one, tattoo...
i want to ride motorcycles, across country.
i want to ride all the rides i want, for free...
how many of those dreams, come at the cost, of a man's fist to my nose, ribs, etc... and whatever, shoved inside me, against my will... and a shotgun, wakeup call? all, but the shotgun, more than once, by more than one.
how does one survive all that
and still spend a lengthy, evening,
1' from someone, the same sex of most betrayers, in their life, alone, in a freezing cold, dimly lit, middle of nowhere club, with a 40min, emergency service, response time... how does one care enough to do so, ever... risk themselves, again... EVER... ever look at another man, again... much less, sit next to and expose their heart to one. how does one do that... ever... get passed that? how?
strongest, most beautiful... person... imagine what someone like this... perhaps, like you four, could do, if they had a mind to do so.
isn't she something