Beginning as far back into life as either of us can remember, we have somehow genuinely been: thick as thieves. At one time, she had longer hair and seemed much taller than me, even donned dress flats to make her Mama happy once in a while…although it was I that sucked my thumb until I was five, she cried often and was sensitive – surprise, surprise. Her skin thickened later on in life, but during childhood, she was kind of a sissy.
Bruce Springsteen – CHECK.
Handcuffed together inside of a high security paddy wagon – CHECK.
1980’s eye crystal blue eye shadow and feather bangs – CHECK.
Teddy Ruxpin (and cassette tapes) – CHECK.
Piercings in unspeakable places – CHECK.
Ever-Revolving door of chaotic Life-Phases ranging in severity – CHECK.
Direct Tissue/Organ Donation – CHECK. CHECK.
Secret Matching Tattoos – CHECK.
Disturbing and vague shared recollections involving a drunken exotic bird and many, many bottles of Tequila – CHECK.
When we became bored with finger painting in preschool, we whisked ourselves away to religiously shrouded monasteries of truth and light, barely visible off the Eastern coast of…some place that was very far away;
we learned to write in Latin… to shoot like the archers from times long dead to history books and chainmaille legends…we gladly taught them to eat with their hands like savages – a few steps back towards their pastel colored roots.
We always eventually overstayed our welcome, wherever we went – and were either escorted beyond the perimeter or politely asked to be on our way.
Drunken Sailorettes – CHECK.
Military AirSupport Dropouts – CHECK.
Shitty Low-Budget Horror Movie Extras – CHECK.
I could go on, but need to save something for future volumes of the Unsecret Chrons…
More of the fictitious story of “us” to come…maybe.