by Jake: Dancing With Odette

And to think, I almost didn't get in my truck to go see the big game between the Gators and the Georgia Bulldogs because I had just rented a video game from the Box on my way out of the grocery store from getting the kind of peanut butter that they pull the real peanut oil out of … Continue reading by Jake: Dancing With Odette

Back On The Beach – by: Jake

It was strange to be back in St. Augustine and to know that I wouldn't be seeing Odette. It had been a pretty awesome few days. Rissa and I just spent the whole time either holed up in our small hotel room on the beach, at some cafe' where she knew every damn person that … Continue reading Back On The Beach – by: Jake

Clarissa – by: Jake

I don't know why Rissa ended up being the one for me; maybe because all the odds were against us. I seem to end up only liking the girls that I shouldn't. She came out of the guest room to help me in the middle of the night at Luna's when I woke up freaking … Continue reading Clarissa – by: Jake

Judgment and French Fries – by: Jake

I have to say I was pretty surprised when Odette pulled up in my truck, headlights blinding me as she parked practically on my feet. I had been sitting there on the curb outside of the ER for about an hour-and-a-half, randomly wandering in and asking the nurses to use the reception phone to listen … Continue reading Judgment and French Fries – by: Jake

Questioning – by: Jake

I never question myself, but now as yet another choice was imploding on me, I wondered if I needed to just take some sort of a break from humanity. Maybe over Christmas I would hike a portion of the Appellation Trail. I felt calmer just imagining the utter silence of the wilderness except for my … Continue reading Questioning – by: Jake

Curbed – by: Jake

I learned today that ribs don't get fixed. They stay fractured until they heal on their own. Chris is dealing with it too, at least I think he is from what I could hear across the hallway. His whole stupid band ended up coming to the hospital to get him. I really didn't want to … Continue reading Curbed – by: Jake

That Waiting Room Conversation – by: Jake

"Don't think that we are friends now" Chris said. "Dragging me into and out of life-threatening situations doesn't change what you have done to my family. I know all this stuff is a joke to you, but I'm pretty seriously affected by what you have done with Odette. So is my daughter." I thought to … Continue reading That Waiting Room Conversation – by: Jake

From The Car To The E.R. – by: Jake

At Chris's suggestion, we stopped off at the grocery store looking like total hooligans and picked up a bag of frozen peas for Rissa's face. Then when we got to the ER we sat in the parking lot for a minute to get our bearings. "What are we going to say in there?" I asked … Continue reading From The Car To The E.R. – by: Jake

Conspiring Together – by: Jake

continued from "Scrambling" I tested the bathroom door. It opened. Why did Rissa scream? I walked quietly out of the bathroom into the hallway and leaned against the wall to think. I would just go and see what the problem was…I would be friendly and normal and everything would be cool. I moved away from … Continue reading Conspiring Together – by: Jake

Song For the Weekend – Juanita by Gram Parsons, Sung by Emmy Lou and Sheryl Crow

No affection were the words That stuck on my mind When she walked out on me For the very last time Oh, mama, sweet mama Can you tell me what to say I don't know what i've done To be treated this way In a cold dirty room That's where i found myself With a … Continue reading Song For the Weekend – Juanita by Gram Parsons, Sung by Emmy Lou and Sheryl Crow