More Cowboys

Life is hard enough as it is without having to go through it without your people. I suppose that bothers me as much as anything about the Jaycee Dugard story.

Me on a toy


Me: Hey, step outside with me for a sec.
Him: Sure. What’s up?
Me: Just wanted to say thanks. When I was going through my breakup, thoughta what you told me about your divorce. How you came back one day to find an empty house. Was nice knowing that you survived the blow.
Him: (grinning) Glad I could help.
Me: Y’know, actually hoped it was you she was seeing behind my back. (laughing) Least you’re a decent fella, a successful lawyer and not half-bad looking.
Him: (laughing) Com’on, I think our ladies’re waiting.

Now, where were we?

A while back, wrote about cowboys. Seems every seven years, you lose more than half of your friends. The person you think of as your best friend only has a 30% chance of staying in that role.

One guy that made the cut was my buddy Steel; he got hitched in Central Park this past weekend. Appetizers included whole lobsters. That was the appetizer. Need to get invited to more weddings like that.

Steel’s like all of my good friends. Never really see them; we don’t interact much. But he knows that I’m onea the few people in the world he can always count on and vice versa. We’re different races but the same people.

That’s one of the main things about the Jaycee Dugard case makes me ill. Cause in addition to all of the sick things she had to go through – and they were seriously sick – she didn’t have her people. She didn’t have a family or friends. Real ones, I mean. What a terribly lonely way to go through life. Couldn’t sleep causa it.

Yet another reason, think I’m blessed – our dumb luck.

Speaking of blessed, thanks for the concern but said I was coming back, didn’t I?

If you read me, gotta think that there’s a good chance you’re onea my people too, yeah? Let’s face it, this is hardly an interesting blog and I’m not a scantily clad chick. But I suppose you read cause something I say makes sense to you.

Ergo, we gotta stick together.

Clumsy, geeky, optimistic dreamers’re rarer than y’might think in this world.

Lobster in Central Park!
Steel getting married

Location: 16:00 yest, my kitchen floor, scrubbing
Mood: concerned
Music: Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song

11 replies on “More Cowboys”

I had lobster crustini at my wedding and didn't get any. 🙁 They ate it all before I could have any, so I want a do-over. Haha. I've never been to a wedding that had whole lobsters though.
And it's true about friends/best friends. My best friend in University I barely talk to today. But I have those couple friends that like you, we don't talk much, but we're there for each other when we need it. I consider them the family I was allowed to choose.

All of you – become a member of my blog! It looks desolate there.


ym – see, then we're the same people.

jbell – Oh, I wish I thought to do that. Quite the life you're leading out there, it seems.

Alana – I've not had Lobster crustini! I must try some the next time I actually have some spare scratch. Yes, that's how it is with my best friends in college as well. I don't think it's just us.

sodablue – I'm a man of my word. Glad to see you again too…

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