34 years ago I almost lost my baby and be both almost died. But God was good and we both lived and Carol is my beautiful adult daughter. I miss and love her.
Yesterday was 7 years since Allen died. How I wish things had been different. I wish he loved me more. That we could have been the family that we were supposed to be. More importantly that he didn't get sick and die and was still alive today even if it was with Renee.
Anthony needed to give me money so he invited me up to their place for supper last night. It was a good thing because I couldn't face the sawdust. The "plumbers" came that the landlord sent to drill holes for heating vents. They did that Tuesday. They left sawdust all over the place. They left their trash from the grates. They're not done because they still have to put in a thermostat and, according to Anthony, they have to seal the grates. They are very unprofessional and quite possibly illegals. They were very nice but the entire apartment is covered in sawdust and I just can't deal with it. I'm going to borrow a shop face from Joel.
Back to the RI Comic Con - don't know if I wrote about it or not but not going to check now. I do know the one thing I forgot to mention to anyone is that as Alice Cooper was signing my picture, he was singing my name over and over. He's such a really nice guy. Not No More Mr. Nice Guy. But a very, very nice man.
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