Current Music: Alkaline Trio - We've Had Enough
Christ on a cracker, I NEVER, in a million years, would have guessed I would run into her again. Erin was such a brief friendship. Her mom though. . . Jesus. Okay, back when I was friends with Erin, I hung out at her house occasionally, not too often because her family was one of the few with more problems than mine. Her mom was a very large woman. Sweet, always kind to me (I think cause I am fat and was about as fucked in the head as her) and a little short-tempered but I great lady. She was working at Target today. I did not recognize her at all. I kinda had that feeling like "dude, I totally know this person" but the face just isn't clicking with a name. And when she first said "Erin" I thought she meant "Aaron" and I figured she thought I was Annie since she mentioned that I looked taller (fucking genes, I have no clue when I'm going to stop getting taller, I'm fucking 18 for christsakes). It clicks and I'm thinking, Holy shit, she must have lost more than 150 pounds and gotten hold of some SERIOUS happy pills. This woman look great, beautiful really, she had shrunk into her small frame. Honestly, it felt really good to see that she was doing well and the hear that Erin and her were getting along finally. Now Erin is on meds too, like me and her mom. Yeah, dysfunction just isn't so special when it is really all you've ever known.
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