Saturday, around 12:35:
The rainbow in front, twilight at the back… a rush of dopamine … so thankful to have been alive at that moment!
The following is based on actual events and people. But that does not necessarily mean that it is true.
I have known Betty … My earliest recollection of Betty, she was wearing a t shirt with The Backstreet Boys on it. She must have had blue jeans and white sneakers (with the black/brown “u” lining their front side). I, for my part was wearing a t shirt with Texas on it and blue jeans and brown shoes. My peeps and I were playing basketball and she came looking for one of us. By the way, I used to net some really mean three pointers. I was not good at basketball or anything but, somehow, in a bahilawi sort of way, I used to bang them in. May be I was good and it was the acomodador that prevented me from improving my game.
As you can see, I have been reading The Zahir
That was freshman year. Sophomore year we start talking. We would be waiting in front of the back entrance of B ½ for the teacher to arrive and I would tell her how nice it would be to jump. I still flirt with those kinds of thoughts. Last night, I dreamt that I had shot myself in the head and I was walking around, hole and all.
The difference between then and now-Betty is not around and I cannot tell her about it.
Man I miss her!
Wait! This is not the end. But I want it to come out right; you know, the perfect tribute to a friendship that has spanned seven years.
I am feeling sleepy
To be continued…