2003-09-21 - 7:01 p.m.
I have finally convinced someone to see Grandaddy with me.
I am giddy and appreciative. I know he’s giving up a night of Built to Spill for me.
Today was the Alzheimer's charity walk. This is a perennial thing, my grandfather died from the disease years ago. My family always likes to point out that we were the perfect playmates, me at age 4, him at age 60, because we had the same level of mental maturity.
My family is big on participation when it comes to things like this.
While there, my mom reunited with an old high school friend and all they talked about was sex and divorce and extremely personal stuff for all three miles. A coworker suggested the walk be renamed the seventh circle of hell.
The thing is, I get squeamish enough when my mom likes to have these type of heart to hearts. Twin pillars of blond walked in front of me, giving me more reasons to be jaded. In love. Out of love. Unexpected pregnancy. Abuse. Unhappiness. Stifled.
Lately I've been rash. And I keep wondering.
They gave me a column at the paper.
~j
+Neutral Milk Hotel+
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