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Chapter Eleven
June 23rd, 1967
And so I did exactly how I had planned, bought my tickets valid to 6/23/67 and called the boys to ask them to pick me up at the bus terminal. At first, I tried several times and their phone was always busy. After I while it wasn't anymore, but I was sure that was Soda's "hello" and hung up like if I was a little girl playing a trick on somebody.
I tried again a few hours later and this time, Pony picked up the phone and told me he was home alone, so I gave him all the directions.
"But" he said "how are you going to be dressed? What if we don't recognize you?"
"You're gonna recognize me cause I'll kick your ass if you don't recognize me!"
I spent that days packing my stuff. Discretely, so that no one would notice it. While I did it, I caught myself thinking about all the things that happened to me in Houston, where I have lived for 4 years. I guess I had no real friends there; sometimes I used to go out with Barbara, the assistant to the principal of the kindergarten where I worked, and her friend used to get along too.
In Houston I had 2 boyfriends. First there was Arnold. His behavior was much like Dallas Winston's, only he was from Texas. They didn't look alike, while Dallas had almost white hair and was kinda skinny, Arnold was athletic and had very short, dark hair. I liked him, but it didn't last, mostly because I didn't feel like going to bed with him. It was better to dump him, and so I did. Once he tried to force me to do stuff and I told him we were through and actually spitted on his face. Well, I had to run like hell, if I got caught by him he would break my nose without even thinking.
Then there was Irving, and he was a real sweet. It lasted almost a year and it was good, but I weren't exactly crazy in love with him. Did I hurt him? I guess so, he even cried when I told her I didn't want to be his girl anymore. We have the bad habit of thinking that, in this life, we're always getting screwed, but I think we don't pay much attention when we are screwing someone else. Who's to blame? Anybody, I guess.
On my way to Tulsa, I sat on the bus window to see some sights. It was a black, dark night. "bye Texas" I thought. "I hope I never see ya again."
I didn't know if I was feeling happy or sad.
Chapter Eleven
June 23rd, 1967
And so I did exactly how I had planned, bought my tickets valid to 6/23/67 and called the boys to ask them to pick me up at the bus terminal. At first, I tried several times and their phone was always busy. After I while it wasn't anymore, but I was sure that was Soda's "hello" and hung up like if I was a little girl playing a trick on somebody.
I tried again a few hours later and this time, Pony picked up the phone and told me he was home alone, so I gave him all the directions.
"But" he said "how are you going to be dressed? What if we don't recognize you?"
"You're gonna recognize me cause I'll kick your ass if you don't recognize me!"
I spent that days packing my stuff. Discretely, so that no one would notice it. While I did it, I caught myself thinking about all the things that happened to me in Houston, where I have lived for 4 years. I guess I had no real friends there; sometimes I used to go out with Barbara, the assistant to the principal of the kindergarten where I worked, and her friend used to get along too.
In Houston I had 2 boyfriends. First there was Arnold. His behavior was much like Dallas Winston's, only he was from Texas. They didn't look alike, while Dallas had almost white hair and was kinda skinny, Arnold was athletic and had very short, dark hair. I liked him, but it didn't last, mostly because I didn't feel like going to bed with him. It was better to dump him, and so I did. Once he tried to force me to do stuff and I told him we were through and actually spitted on his face. Well, I had to run like hell, if I got caught by him he would break my nose without even thinking.
Then there was Irving, and he was a real sweet. It lasted almost a year and it was good, but I weren't exactly crazy in love with him. Did I hurt him? I guess so, he even cried when I told her I didn't want to be his girl anymore. We have the bad habit of thinking that, in this life, we're always getting screwed, but I think we don't pay much attention when we are screwing someone else. Who's to blame? Anybody, I guess.
On my way to Tulsa, I sat on the bus window to see some sights. It was a black, dark night. "bye Texas" I thought. "I hope I never see ya again."
I didn't know if I was feeling happy or sad.
