Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Days of Hope
I'd moved to Pence alone: Ray's alcoholism having broken us up yet again. But, ever the optimist, I thougt perhaps that in a new place, away from the bars and lifestyle lures of L.A., we might be able to make it. So we reunited in 1984, my first summer in Pence. And so we were together again: me, Ray, and Sammy. I hoped it would be forever this time. I was, of course, wrong.