In middle school I had three bullies at school and one at home... my mom. I was being starved to death. My best friend would bring snacks when she could sneak them from home. She stood up to my bullies when I was so physically weak I couldn’t. We went to see the Braves. We wanted to marry David Justice. I still have some of her notes she passed me in class. In 2007 we left for basic training at the same time: She went into the Army, I went into the Airforce. Again we wrote each other letters. Our drill sergeants made us pay greatly for those letters in push ups before we could open them. They knew this was the ultimate morale booster. Basic trainee to basic trainee. I still have them. But as I am eventually bringing Facebook to a close I find myself sadly wanting to “get off” her page. I can’t imagine what this must be like for her dad: the second post. He took a break from Facebook for months because of political posts. MY FLIPPING HEART HURTS! Time to leave.
Dave will LIVE in 5!
Shout-out to my mayor...
Video of Kitsons (a higher end Urban Outfitters) in West Hollywood.
A message from Dave.