Rambles from some old dude talking about shit that he shouldn't. Wise cracks about dumb life. If you like it, let me know. If nothing else star that shit and let me know you were here.
I don't chapter often so be sure you check in or find out late...
Dude, I know how annoying it could be to read someone's journal. I know because I've read some on here just to make sure mine is so different, that it's exactly the same. Jajaja So you guys remember Heidi? My good friend in Lemoore who's entire family helped me out when there was no one else? Well that's her above. Now she has a family that is grown, but still lives at home. Her relationship with her children at some level, any parent would love to have chains this strong with their kids. She claims it isn't perfect. But to me, it is totally perfect. She lives in Portland now, and her home is beautiful. She is exactly the way I remember her. Her house is as I imagined it. Her life is happy and I'm grateful to have seen it. It's kind of sweet to see a sister after so long and although she wasn't exactly everything I imagined, in one way, Heidi was so much more in others. I got to know her husband Jason. He struck me as old school and protective. And with good reason. I haven't let go of Heidi since high school and she will forever be my sister. I didn't get to see Joshua, her little brother when I was there but I'm sure he wanted to be there. I was able to stay at her home for one week. What I saw was this whole next generation of hot Heidi's and handsome Shane Reed's. Shane was Heidi's brother but he passed away. I never got to say goodbye. I was able to tattoo Heidi this time. She was around when I started tattooing and she wouldn't have let me tattoo her then. Hell man, I wouldn't even tattoo myself back then. Jajaja
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Getting to see Heidi was great. One thing I learned here was that she was a better version of her mother. And the "Bitch" was a pretty fucking rad mother. No doubt. I thought we would have much to talk about. And we did. She told me things I have never heard before and stuff that she's been dealing with. And I could see that the lines of communication were open with her kids but I could also see that even if some of the subject matters were above and beyond true sincerity, these little fuckers were just like her back then. Just enough truth to not be questioned any further. Jajaja
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