Mid-September makes her way for the last time this century. The days have cooled off just enough where an egg won’t fry on the cement. A nice breeze turns into a strong wind and then settles down again. This is the time of the year that I love the most. A familiar smell seeps into my nose leaving my body and mind wide open for nostalgia. I can’t put my finger on it. My summer strut is now an autumn stride.
I saw you on A Current Affair. The segment was called “Twisted River” so you can imagine what they had to say. Dug up from your past and aired all over the country was your private tribulations regarding premature sex. They wanted you to have been molested. They wanted you to “dance with demons”. They wanted you to die from an overdose on a cold sidewalk outside of a popular night club. It has all been a play on words.