My friend Vickie

Let me take a second here to clear the air. I don't want you all to think that I just hate humanity and the soccer moms that dwell within it. Quite the opposite, actually. I love watching and dealing with people. I just get irked at ignorance is all. I have a few sayings and if it helps you put things into perspective, here's one of them ( and yes, you can use it if you like). I'll forgive stupid 9 times out of 10 but I can't let stupid walk by without letting the offender know it pisses me off. Why, you ask? Because stupid people don't know any better and don't have the capacity to learn anything new. Ignorant people refuse to be bothered learning from theirs and other's mistakes. That's why it pisses me off. So at any rate.... a bit of sunshine in my otherwise pissed off world. I bring you Vickie.

Vickie is a peach of a gal. I've known her since I was about 14 years old and no matter how far away I get she always lets me know I can't run away from friends because they know more dirt about me than I can just let them sit idle with. In case Vickie's husband is reading.... we've done nothing more than ever write poetry and pick flowers together. If it's her and anybody else that knows her and I and not her husband......we've banged each other rotten quite a bit "back in the day". By saying banged rotten, it's my belief that I hit it hard and ruined her for other men. It's probably her line of thinking that "rotten" is exactly as the dictionary spells it out to be. Hey, how friggin Godly are you going to be when you're young? Cut me some slack. I learned the hand on my own ass while the other on the woman's from Ron Jeremy and that's about it. Evidently porn moves don't parlay well into just barely 20's as much as we think they do. Who knew? Lord knows it wasn't from watching a lot of it and trying to get all the help I could. Trust me, I studied and still do to this day. *sigh* I probably am still terrible at the whole thing and nobody has the heart to tell me. My gain their loss, I say.

Anyhoo.... Vickie and I e-mail back and forth here and there. I reply sometimes when I can and she does the same. Life gets busy as you grow and have kids I guess. When the last time I've actually *seen* Vickie? Fuck if I know. I don't see a lot of my old friends anymore and the point is that I should. Friends are friends no matter the time or distance. It saddens me that we don't have the opportunity to just go and hang out like the old days. Even before the um.... "flower picking" and such, we used to just hang and I really liked that about my close friends. Hey, whaddya doing? Nuttin, why? Wanna hang? Okay! See how easy it was? Nowadays you have to get clearance from significant others and sitters, etc etc etc. It's a whole big to do about these things. Vickie and I used to laugh at not only other people ( she's the female version of me in a way... very odd gal) but ourselves more often than not. I used to run a catering business out of a pub a long long lifetime ago. I'm sure on more than one occasion one or the other was snotted three sheets to the wind and dunno how we'd have made it home without the other one to lean on. That's a true friend right there. You maybe puke in my car, maybe not? What the hell, I'll get your sorry ass home. The fact that she had girl parts was just a bonus. Of course, I write all this knowing full well she's reading it wondering what I'll say next. It's a long standing tradition I have with myself that I never write about anybody specific per se, but what the hell. This is a new me and a new blog. I won't say anything overly incriminating or give out too many details. I just miss one of my very few close friends is all. Her name is Vickie and if she feels bold enough, maybe she'll leave an anonymous comment or some shit. No doubt I'll get an e-mail in a little while saying I could have said more. Then again if I said more I'd probably get an e-mail saying I told people too much,lol. Friend or not she's still a woman and THAT is how they work. It's in their blood I think.

I'll no doubt blog about women that have entered and exited my life ( the ex-douche bag is a given) but make no mistake. Vickie is not one of them. She was always and still is a good friend 'till the end and I just thought you all should know that. Vickie...... I miss "the hang" and I don't even mean that in a dirty porno way either,lol. Very rare for me not to, I assure you folks.