This One's Gonna Bruise (9)

[Sugar and Spice]

(((lodo))) mourning is a part of the process. What a damned arduous process it is too. This too shall pass and as for your post of earlier, it wasn't a crappy post, it was how you felt right at that moment. Some woman out there doesn't even know how lucky she is going to be when she captures the heart of the man that is you. You are an amazing man and you should be so proud of yourself and how far you have come. Going through what you have will only allow you to savor your next R that much more. To tend it that much more carefully and appreciate the chance to give yourself again to someone who is worthy of you.

Keep your chin up.

Corey

[Starshyne]

lodo,

I just wrote a "closure" letter to my H last night. Saying that he was a great friend and I will remember all of the good times we had together. And that in the future, when our emotions aren't so current, I would like to be able to be friends again with him. It was very healing for me to write. Not sure if I will ever give the letter to him, but it was helpful to me.

[lodo]

Okay - I'm procrastinating. What can I say.

Let's see, I've waxed philosophical about my sitch, posted poetry, commented on essays, catalogued W's emails, discussed articles from Oprah (or is that just O?), b*tched, complained, rambled, and generally just wasted time while I'm waiting for the 6 month waiting period to run out (3 months) before my D is final.

So, what will it be tonight? How about a story?

I used to live in a small town (pop. 300) in the SW. Don't know if you guys know much about small towns, but in the western states they tend to be filled with individuals, and my town was no different.

Meanest people in town ran a restaurant attached to the gas station - it was called the Turquoise. It was awful food but it was on the main drag so got fairly good business.

The H was the nastiest piece of sh*t you've ever met. Had big handle bar moustaches twirled up with wax. Could change a tire in 3 minutes flat. The W had her hair all piled up and sprayed into place; she tended to hide out in the house, watching TV. Went into the restaurant every now and then to raise hell with the staff. Or the customers - it didn't much matter.

Well, also in this town was the river company where I used to work. Of course, one of the pastimes on the river is sittin' around on the boats late at night drinkin' a gin drink while you and everyone else tries to best each other at story tellin'. And the stories about this little town were always the best ones.

So one night I asked, "How come there are those big concrete posts outside the Turquoise? Everyone else in town has a log or something to define the parking area." One of the old timers turned around and looked at me. Said, "You never heard about those concrete posts?" He grunted, said, "Those owners have always been the meanest sonsab*tches around. Used to piss the old man off (his dad started the river company). One night the old man had gone over to the bar in the next town to drink. He'd had one whiskey shot too many and as he passed the Turquoise on the way home, he started thinking about how many of his clients had complained about how nasty the owners were. And he thought about how bad for business that was. And he thought.

"Well, all that thinking started eating at his insides, and it did it's job fast on account of the whiskey shots. So he suddenly decided he had to do something, threw the truck in reverse, squealed it around until it was facing the Turquoise, shoved it into gear and stomped on the gas. The tires squealed, the truck lurched and went hurtling across the road towards the entrance of the Turquoise.

"In a second it was all over - that ol' GMC hopped up the stairs, sailed over the porch, glided right through the front door and one of the plate glass windows, and landed in the middle of the pie display. The old man got out, grabbed the bottle of whiskey, looked at the truck, and said, 'Well, there'll be hell to pay but it sure was worth it.'

And that, said the older guide, is why the owners of the Turquoise put concrete posts outside the restaurant."

lodo

[Sugar and Spice]

lodo that was a great story. Thanks, I'm procrastinating too. I'm supposed to be doing my Math, but alas I'd rather post here.

Ok its just sad when your signature is longer than your post...sheeeesh!

[smartcookie]

Cool story. I have a similar one.

I worked for the police department, & we used to get to go on ride a longs with the officers. Well, one day, I'm on my ride a long, & we get a call that a truck hit the front of the social security building. So, we're rolling code through the busy streets of 3 pm traffic, lights & sirens doing about 110 mph on the wrong side of the road. I'm loving it, this is pure adrenalin rush. We get to the building, & the guy not only drove his truck into the front doors, he drove it down the hall, wiping out desks, computers, chairs, people diving out of the way, you name it. He drove about 500 feet into the building, & then pulled out a shotgun & started shooting up the ceiling.

Seems he was pissed because they had denied his claim.

[Sugar and Spice]

Seems he was pissed because they had denied his claim.

Thats one way to get your message across.

[lodo]

Denied his claim? So it was an insurance office? Do you think he was covered for driving into the building?

[gForce]

I bet the crash caused them to reassess his claim in his favor -- NOT!

[lodo]

So, over on his thread gForce says the chicks really take notice when you act tough.

I'll have to think about that while I go cut down a redwood with a handsaw...

[fightingirish]

That was a great story.. needed a laugh..

Thanks.