Defining Moments of My Life
he wore hawaiian shirts to school like every day

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he wore hawaiian shirts to school like every day
04.28.06 10:16 p.m.

This is the email I got from Gabe. Gabe was my #1 crush from high school, the drummer boy a grade ahead of me that I spent the first period of school with every day for three years, my reason for getting to school on time. anyway, I "ran into him" on myspace and he wrote in his profile that he got a novel published.

Joey,
Long time, no nothing...
Hey thanks for getting my book. I'm looking forward to getting and reading your graphic novel. I'm waiting for the publisher to send me a box of my books. It should be here by the weekend or early next week. As soon as it gets here I'll send your copy out via priority mail. I'll email you to let you know when it is on its way.
So, how are things? Congratulations on the baby. I just had one, too. Actually, I guess he's two now. His name's Quinlan. Anyway, I hope everything's going well. You look amazing in your profile picture, you should have gone goth back in high school. You're the first person that's not family that I've run into at myspace. Let me know what you think of the book. Some people have told me it's not what they were expecting. Oh well...right? My next book, tentatively titled, Beer Run, is more of the Gabe Whitney they were looking for. It's a comedy, which is actually a tragedy, which is funny.
I don't know what I'm saying anymore. I'll talk to you later.
Peace, Love, and Aloha,
Gabe


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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WHAT'S MY NAME?!?