dear the longest nap ever in my life for a long time diary,
now that was a nap. indeed. where it even came from- clueless. but it snuck up and took me over and fuck if i ain't been in heaven for the last four hours loving life. the house was all quiet and cool. the dogs on each side of me like lovers- holding me. i kept laughing last night as i went to sleep- thinking about my dad and his bowling trophies i mentioned in the earlier post- one in particular he is super proud of. it is a big fucker set in marble. the little dude at the top of the trophy is posed holding his bowling ball like he is just getting ready to let it go down the lane, with one leg kicked up behind him in the air. my mom always displayed these on top of the china cabinet and that big one was always dead center. my brother and i liked to put our softball and baseball trophies up there next to his, but when it came time to run around the house and play trophy time- it was dad's trophies my brother and i always fought over. one day the worst thing ever happened. the bowling ball broke off my dad's BEST trophy. it wasn't my fault. but as it sits today, the little dude now has his chopped off arm up in the air with his leg kicked back behind him set in marble and that's how it is displayed.
now that was a nap. indeed. where it even came from- clueless. but it snuck up and took me over and fuck if i ain't been in heaven for the last four hours loving life. the house was all quiet and cool. the dogs on each side of me like lovers- holding me. i kept laughing last night as i went to sleep- thinking about my dad and his bowling trophies i mentioned in the earlier post- one in particular he is super proud of. it is a big fucker set in marble. the little dude at the top of the trophy is posed holding his bowling ball like he is just getting ready to let it go down the lane, with one leg kicked up behind him in the air. my mom always displayed these on top of the china cabinet and that big one was always dead center. my brother and i liked to put our softball and baseball trophies up there next to his, but when it came time to run around the house and play trophy time- it was dad's trophies my brother and i always fought over. one day the worst thing ever happened. the bowling ball broke off my dad's BEST trophy. it wasn't my fault. but as it sits today, the little dude now has his chopped off arm up in the air with his leg kicked back behind him set in marble and that's how it is displayed.
