it wasn’t graceful it wasn’t pretty, but i did it. when my friend asked me to feed his snake.
when i first met dude, i had no clue. because frankly, nobody buries a girl in the backyard on a first date.
what started as a tender, sleek hug became a sharp tooth trap. and i realized i no longer did anything because i wanted to, because it was the right thing to do, because it was good for me. and i didn’t do anything because i loved him, needed him, respected him, admired him. nope, at some point, pretty much everything i did because i was scared of him. and there was no aspect of my life that was under my control. i was living in the snake’s cage. and i knew it wasn’t going to end well for miss mouse.
but one morning in january, i called a locksmith. he had done this sort of thing before. it took twenty minutes. dude was locked out. i have never regretted doing it, but i have been scared of him.
he’s not done with me. but i don’t have to make it easy for him to hurt me. i sold my house, i’ve put my stuff in storage, i cleared out of the community i have lived in for the past quarter century. i have no fixed address and i don’t intend on having one anytime soon.
not that i’m all minimalist. nosirree, i love my car. i also love my boxing coach reygie puangco. see if you can spot him in this video:
so we gotta ask. . . .
a few years ago, me and the toys hit the road to visit with facebook friends. i videoed, posted blogs nearly every day. i’ll be doing some of that now. . .