Tyrone

Went to Tyrone today. I don't think I've been there since I graduated high school. It's such a bleak town. I went to see my good friend Shelly. We known each other since 1st grade. I think we had almost every class together until 10th grade. She was always my bus partner. She was always my friend. Seems like such a long time ago. So many memories ...

• Our attempts at making grape juice on the bus ride home from elementary school.
  
• Dressing up in various period costumes for random silly things (some things never change)
• Daily passing out and drooling on the bus ride home from high school.
• Our first trip to Washington D.C.
• Giving Shelly Cujo - an adorable but somewhat wild kitten.
  

Currently, she's working on her degree in advertising. I know she will do well at whatever she decides to pursue. She's a rocker and, of course, a little crazy. It was good to see her.

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..." - Jack Kerouac.