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thirteenrocksDrove up to Minneapolis yesterday, with the "notion" I could accomplish many tasks with one trip, at least that was the intention.
Although I enjoyed the drive up, by the time evening rolled around, I was too exhausted to know that I had just about reached the end of my rope.
The email said something about "she was taking it pretty hard", and since I have known "dee" as an aquaintance and the situation with her father, I made the decision that I would attend the wake of her recently deceased father, to support her.
I'm an odd duck. I defy definition, make poor decisions, and have never truely ran with the pack. This is something I have accepted of myself, for quite some time-since I was basically 16.
Walking into the funeral home, a shaggy long blond hair guy, with a round worn face, stood and stared at me. With a look of "What the hell are you doing here" kind of look. Walked in, gave my support to dee, droped of my sympathy card. Wash rinse repeat.
Dee was in well spirts, and being ecentric as she is, she lived up to her personality to a T. She introduced me to her family, the scant family that she has, and then introduced to me to her Brother in-law- the shaggy long blond hair guy with a round worn face.
In the introduction, he said, he stared at me, because when I came in, it looked like I was going to rob the place. Shit you not.
I was in blue-jeans, a button down black Stanford dress shirt, my hair was pulled back. I was well groomed and presentable.
Whatever. I've tried desperately not to try to understand society, cause obviously, its not working.
Got home, met up with Joe (the guy I went to the Radikal Faerie gathering with), and then crashed.
Although I enjoyed the drive up, by the time evening rolled around, I was too exhausted to know that I had just about reached the end of my rope.
The email said something about "she was taking it pretty hard", and since I have known "dee" as an aquaintance and the situation with her father, I made the decision that I would attend the wake of her recently deceased father, to support her.
I'm an odd duck. I defy definition, make poor decisions, and have never truely ran with the pack. This is something I have accepted of myself, for quite some time-since I was basically 16.
Walking into the funeral home, a shaggy long blond hair guy, with a round worn face, stood and stared at me. With a look of "What the hell are you doing here" kind of look. Walked in, gave my support to dee, droped of my sympathy card. Wash rinse repeat.
Dee was in well spirts, and being ecentric as she is, she lived up to her personality to a T. She introduced me to her family, the scant family that she has, and then introduced to me to her Brother in-law- the shaggy long blond hair guy with a round worn face.
In the introduction, he said, he stared at me, because when I came in, it looked like I was going to rob the place. Shit you not.
I was in blue-jeans, a button down black Stanford dress shirt, my hair was pulled back. I was well groomed and presentable.
Whatever. I've tried desperately not to try to understand society, cause obviously, its not working.
Got home, met up with Joe (the guy I went to the Radikal Faerie gathering with), and then crashed.
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Date: 22 Aug 2007 13:42 (UTC)what were you going to take? holy cards? the holy card bandit! or coffin keys? that's it - you were going to take coffin keys - how silly
The last time I checked...
Date: 22 Aug 2007 14:05 (UTC)The last time i checked, they were NOT invite only. At least the ones that I attend.
Truely it bothers me that I was stared at, by some jerk-wad that wasn't even blood relation (in-law), and then to make the assumption that I was going to ROB the place? Seriously, I believe I'm going to make that my new profession: funeral home robber. I'll steal shit from funeral homes and make art out of it, or sell it on ebay, or the black market.
Re: The last time I checked...
Date: 22 Aug 2007 14:07 (UTC)Re: The last time I checked...
Date: 22 Aug 2007 14:12 (UTC)