My Little City Blog

Nights and days pass in Gotham. Each area is distinct and posing its own reality…coffee shop, pizza parlor, and dry cleaners…all the same but different…in that they create many different realities. This blog is my reality.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Kinder Kind Of Love

I was asked about my first kiss the other day. So I sat there and thought of the first girl I ever kissed in Kindergarten, Roxanne Sandoval. Do I really count this as my first kiss? Well yes. If I can remember then it counts and to be honest, I don’t remember much about my childhood.

I’m not sure how I got caught up in the kiss and chase game at such a young age but I do remember thinking she was just so beautiful with her pigtails and cute smile. OK I’m not sure if I thought she was beautiful at five, but she had to be cute at the very least. I’m sure if I look hard enough I will be able to dig up that picture where the whole class is put into little squares on a class picture and I’m sure it will reaffirm my belief.

In any case, I wondered what happened to Roxanne so I decided to Google her. Come on…who doesn’t do that these days? So much to my sadness I found this clip of her getting married…doh! I have say that she’s held it rather together all these years. Well I wish her and her husband the best. I love it how back home people just keep things simple and in the end it is love what they marry for. CHURCH!!

If you want to see Roxanne getting married well then CLICK HERE

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Happy Birthday Squid

As I walked through the door I could smell the odor. It was an odor of sadness that permeated the room. I scanned the room and found her sitting on the ground slumped over with her long limbs tangled. I knew what I had stumbled upon I had seen this pose before. A small trickle of semi-dry blood was on the inside of her right arm with a syringe close by. This was the sadness that I had smelled upon my entrance. Squid could never outrun her demons.

The thing about junkies is that you expect to see this scene sometime down the road so you prepare for it mentally. But in reality you are never prepared. A grim reminder of what a pure bag of heroin or too much heroin in one fix could do. My reaction was to walk over and stare. This wasn’t the movies where one walks in and tries desperately to revive the junkie. She was dead. I stood and stared at her past battle scars which riddled her arm and her beautiful face which had aged with her addiction. At that moment I thought of how sad; for at birth she was her parents pride and joy. Now she was a dead junkie.

I wanted to move her into a better position like laying her on the bed for when the cops and ambulance arrived. I opted to reach over and close her eyes. Although the drugs had ravaged her body she was still so beautiful even in death. The cops arrived and took my statement and even commented on what a shame it was to see a beautiful girl go out like this.

Me, well I like to think that Squid is up flying with the clouds and kissing them. That she was set free of her demons here on earth and given a new chance in the sky above. That the sun comes up for her every morning and she smiles as it touches her face. She would have been 35 today.

I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, Squid. Sorry to write this after so many years but I got a call reminding it was your birthday today, your Mom misses you much. Today as I walk out into the world I will look to the clouds and hope that you are flying up there. And when the sun goes down that you are sleeping with the angels.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Uncle Jerry

I go the news that my uncle has cancer. I’m somewhat quiet when it comes to my family crisis. Yet, in this case I can’t keep quiet. My uncle is a proud man. He is a good man and one I consider to be a friend. At first glance one might think of him as a character (and he is) but he is so much more complex than people give him credit for. He enlisted in the Army at 16 to go to Nam. At the time he was the youngest soldier registered in the US Army and this is an actual fact that can be traced. I guess at that time it was common for a young man to lie about his age to register for the US services. I suppose that is a far cry from today and how we look at war but a different time and a different agenda I suppose. In any case, I suppose this was just on my mind and eating away at me since I lost my grandmother to cancer. I guess I just wanted to wish my Uncle Jerry the best with his fight with cancer. Nothing more needs to be said for he wouldn’t want me to be a man of many words when it came to this.