NOTE: Even at a post-wedding-ceremony party, S is snapped crying while J just wants to get down and cut a rug
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.
Here, you can easily see the perfect demonstration of our days together in childhood.
(We are at either end: I am the blonde piglet and she is the snickering shithead)
Directly after this was snapped, I was nearly beaten to death by my playmates (S included) for “eating on the clock”.
(CIRCA 19–) S had a traumatic jellyfish experience at the beach early in life, rendering her perpetually in malcontent on any shoreline, anywhere. This photo was taken only a matter of hours prior to her attack, and clearly captured my evil fatmouth full of lies and false assurances to her of her safety.
Our days as friends had no beginning, and will never end.
We’ve been solid since back when your “bikini” left tan lines that made no sense at all.
(CIRCA 19–) One time, the two of us agreed that we’d made a trivial mistake…soon afterward however – we realized we’d been wrong.
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.
(CIRCA 19–) NOTE: We are seated on the far left end of bench (I am holding a net wtf?) Immediately after this one was snapped, we made history by leaping up from the bench and affecting a medieval style catapult, launching the three remaining girls as well as the creepy, freeze-dried cat well over the internationally recorded current best of 59.05 m into the air.