lol about night in jail. along those lines, here's a funny story for you. my birthday was in april, not long after the bomb hit. one of my best friends and I went into boston to celebrate, really have a fun night on the town (which is was). I will admit to drunk dialing ow 2x...the first, in response to some text messages I had read on H's cell phone just prior to leaving (yeah, pre-db days), the 2nd was just because my best friend wanted to hear what a whore sounds like (ow doesn't pick up, just goes to voice mail)
H told me later that she had a slew of people with her just in case I came over there and, what, attacked her or something. which is hysterical to the nth degree...truly funny. first, I don't have a violent bone in my body, second, because I'm freaking 5'2"...not a lot I'm gonna be able to do. she's half a foot taller than me for god's sake.
M-41 H-38 M-10 years, T-14 years Bomb-PA 3/19/07 Separated-6/7/07 Piecing/h back home 5/08 S-6 S-4 D-4
"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"
