NOTE FROM LB
Another true story, from a time in my life before the Navajo Dog. There were blanks in this one that I had to fill in as best I could, so, yeah, let’s just call it fiction about how things never turn out the way we intend, hope, or expect…and yet some of us at least survive.
We were the best once, the three of us. Packy was the champ’s Champ,
NOTE FROM LB
The Navajo Dog and I had many years’ worth of adventure together. We went places where we experienced things so powerful that they punched through the armor I had developed to defend my Asperger’s soul. Yet somehow my friend and I survived to tell true tales like the one that follows, a memory of something I wish had never had to happen…yet will hold onto even when my body is dust.
The word Hopi means “peace,” but
NOTE FROM LB
Time now for a few words about Kid Hollywood. Words I never thought I would want anyone to hear or read. So here we go with another true story about life in the Big Bad City. Maybe I should subtitle this “A Cautionary Tale But With Redemption.” Happy endings, gang! Give us a big hand!
Oh, yeah. This one’s kind of long. Not Faery Queen long, but still….
NOTE FROM LB:
The Navajo Dog is back today, and while I don’t think anyone could be as happy about that as I am, she definitely is worth keeping company with. Oh, and yes, this is a true story, every word. To let it be otherwise would betray everything she has lived for.
The Navajo dog walks her talk, has been for at least
NOTE FROM LB:
No Navajo Dog today, just good old-fashioned showbiz, circa 1990. The following soliloquy came from my head, but it’s made up of bits and pieces from all too many women I knew back in the day.