stories of my life,part two...

i am sad tonight... this week has been very strange,because i have thought about many people that i deeply cared for in my past,like the security guard at the neighborhood bowling alley,named Mike Evans(i was an unpaid security guard with him when he worked)... we both walked the complex at least three times a night,when he worked,and we just talked about all things-good and bad... he did a spot on imitation of the mid-90's hit,by Sir Mix A Lot,"Baby Got Back"... it makes me smile and laugh when i think about that... after moving from Orange County,California,i never forgot about him,and it has been over 20 years since then,and i can still hear that imitation,even now... i did some things in my life that i truly am not too proud of,but honestly,they taught me to be tougher than nails,and gave me the survivor mode to my personality... i remember getting beat up by tag team muggers down the street from Disneyland,and fighting them off with a viciousness that i thought i would never have,because both of them(male and female)walked off,thinking that,"that is one person that we should not have attacked",and rubbing their chins... honestly,i had a severe concussion,but i simply refused to give an inch... some things that happened to both of us were too brutal to even think about,even now,and there are some things that i will not talk about,because they are still very painful,and really too personal... i never raised a hand in anger to her,and i am very proud of that,but folks,one night,she ended up in the hospital overnight,and i ended up very pissed about what happened to her... let me say that it has been the only time that i wanted to take "some people to hell",and i would still be smiling doing it... understand what i am saying??? not all the time in Orange County was pleasant,and yet,we,as a couple,were mostly happy... the last day that she was in Orange County(she moved back a couple months before i did,because there was no room in the car to me to sit),was the last day that i drank a beer,and in those two months,i missed her terribly... i remember getting very,very ill in 105 degrees of Southern California sun(migraines and sunstroke),and being stuck in a hotel bed,for four days,and wishing that i could go back to Sacramento,but unable to move,because i was so sick... what misery!!!!!!!! the last day that i was in Orange County,was the first of October,1994,and i went over to the Social Security Office to pick up my mail,and check,and got a letter from my soulmate... well i expected that i was going to back to Sacramento,but because of something that i found out about seven months later,she only gave me a number to a friend,in Wisconsin,to call...Wisconsin??? what in the world was going on??? so,at the Greyhound station,in Anaheim,i got pissed,and got on a bus to Las Vegas... so i spent about three weeks,actually living on my craps' winnings,in Las Vegas... i actually would spend about two,or three hours a day gambling on the craps' table in Las Vegas,and pay for my hotel bill,and food every day,and did that for three straight weeks... that was simply amazing to do!!!! after that trip,i got back to Sacramento,stayed with my folks,and then was told by my father the immortal words,"this is not a hotel",so i packed up and decided to move to Seattle... i remember the ferry ride to Bainbridge Island,as i looked at the city of Seattle from the bow of the ferry,as i headed to Poulsbo,Washington...  what a beautiful sight!!!! spent five months with UNC,loved it(still do)...the time with UNC was quite special,and i still miss the rascal... we pulled some of the funniest pranks on each other that still make me laugh and smile... i still regret moving back to Sacramento,from Washington state,but unfortunately i felt that i had unfinished business in Sacramento,tracking down my soulmate,and find out why she gave me that number in Wisconsin to call,instead of telling me what was going on,in October,1994??? that is a story still to be told,and what a story!!!! stay tuned,folks...