I walked off a bus a little over two years ago opposite an old Casino wondering what I was getting myself into. My cousin took a while to come and pick me up. She later told me when we got home and I went to bed on the blow up in the living room she shut her door and cried. Wow. I looked THAT jacked up? I mean, I know it had been a two day bus ride, but really? She says I used to cry at the church we'd attend back when I first moved here. I don't remember much past teaching my niece to walk and one of my cousin's older friends she introduced me to that I sooner than later started sleeping with. My mind seems to blank out between those moments. Get Sonya to walk a few extra steps. Get picked up by said lady after she got off work to go eat dinner, go walk around the strip, go back to her house.
I honestly don't remember much about walking the strip and the food to be honest. And don't get me wrong, the food was phenomenal. We tried every type. On a whim. I ate some good different expensive food that year. I doubt I was really mentally in the restaurant at the time though. I'd just be counting the minutes before we went back to her house. Somewhere in the back of my mind my justification is we both knew what the deal was, both knew what we wanted.......
