Much has happened in past four or so months.
Synopsis:
Fired from Red Robin in September.
Was a faun for Halloween.
Moved in with Val and Keith in early November.
-Fixed the place up nice.
-Drank a lot of beer.
-Drank a lot, generally.
Moved back home in january when Val and Keith went back to California.
Got arrested for drunk driving january 18th.
-Sentencing on March 2nd. going to cost a couple of thousand dollars.
-"Driver Responsibility Fee" of $1000 due in 20 days.
Started seeing a counselor at Hackley Life Counseling--for potential substance abuse.
Got a job serving at Finley's.
Megan moved to San Diego.
I got arrested for retail fraud on February 12th at Meijer.
-Booked downtown and released on a PR bond.
-Arraignment February 24th.
-Mom doesn't know yet.
Mom's job was terminated two days ago.
Life is falling apart.
I am a wreck.
About Me
- Kyle
- There are poets and thinkers and dreamers. They are everywhere. Distributed like heavenly sprinkles, they cling to the places where the frosting hasn't hardened from age and exposure. But some sprinkles get trapped in the crevices created by the knife or the spatula or the pre-pubescent finger that has so adorned the earth with this miracle frosting. Those sprinkles tend to fall off. When you tip the cupcake to your lips, before you can even taste them--before their potential can be realized at all--they are cast to the floor of the bakery. The classroom. The kitchen. The mini-mart… These are the sprinkles that get swept away and vacuumed up and sent someplace else. The journey ahead of them is long and arduous, but they must find their way back to the surface of things. Back to the sticky-sweetness of reality--the substance of waking life…. I am such a sprinkle. And I’ve accepted that.