dear is that how we are playing now diary,
communication is key to the expression and exchange of ideas of feelings. sometimes you have to kick the ball to get it to start rolling. my dad's buddy died sunday while we were having lunch and he went to the visitation last night while i was having dinner. it became obvious to me that my facial recognition disorder came to me sometime after i started smoking pot because when daddy told me the name of his friend who died, i was instantly able to picture the face of this man. i saw his face, hands, wide shoulders, long arms and huge feet. i even could see his hair and the last thing i remember him wearing was his bowling shirt. when i was growing up, my dad was usually about twenty years older than every one's dad and often times kids would mistake him as my grandfather. he's still about twenty years older than every one's dad, but it's weird because most of my friends have already lost their dads. we all have a time limit here. watching river and saying goodbye to him everyday hurts me to a place i will not describe because there is no way possible. bringing my brother back to my dad, i only pray was what i was supposed to do. it still hurts to be the bigger person- even when you're a whore.
