A bit of time has passed and I am now pretty much back to my senses. The mind is a funny little thing and God knows where it can sometimes take us.
The events and characters written about in this journal are not a dream. Some of the events happened exactly the way they are described, some didn't. But the characters of this journal are very real.
My best friend Bill, who went to Jesus in 1972, and Miss Amarillo 1969 who kissed a windshield in 1971, left this earth far too young and way too soon.
Many of the characters are still very much alive, the mysterious redhead, Freckles the lesbian dance class instructor, and many others, as well as myself sometimes stalk the valley of ennui.
As far as Miss Amarillo 1969, she was brilliant, gorgeous and sophisticated, but as I occasionally like to point out she had some growing up to do. Unfortunately she never got to.
She will always be there. Walking across the pages of my life with an awkward grace, saying nothing. Like the land my mother owned, all she did was hold my world together.
That may not mean much to you, but it has meant a river of tears to me.
Finally an up date....
4 weeks ago