I haven't been writing or typing in quite a while. Maybe since the beginning of summer. It's so hard to realize time and life slipping away like that. It's why I write, to revisit those memories of days (daze) gone by. Found some interesting tidbits in a small journal that I've jotted some things down in. The torrential downpour from the tropical "event" that happened last weekend, flooded my garage floor. I had my journals, memorabilia, posters and whatnot in a couple of 12-pack boxes, including the Sweetwater 420 box that survived our T-bone/Rollover crash in Kennesaw 7 years ago. One of the entries happened to be from the night we left to Atlanta to see the Spree and how it could have been the last entry I ever made. I have things that I'm ashamed to speak of from my past and that would be one of them. Horrible night, horrible decisions based on horrible perception. I salvaged a postcard from Mark with a night view of the NYC skyline dated 9/12/00. A year from the 9/11 attacks. I also found my ticket from Funky Tekno Tribe in LA, the night I was in my dark blue, neon diagonally-striped dress with cut-off sleeves and Doc Martins. These mementos will degrade in time but my memories never will until God takes them from me. I cherish them so much. I also read my DD-214 over tonight and put it in the meat drawer with my passport and birth certificate.
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