This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Saturday, November 27, 2004
So I have had this blog for months, and I have never ever mentioned my friend Morgan. She brought this to my attention last night, when she was telling me to take better pictures of her, so she could be a feature on my blog.
"so are we ever friends?"
"yes of course" I reply "I love your shit"
"well why haven't you ever mentioned me on your site, or at least put a picture of me up" she asks.
"cause...."
Ok so I will start from the beginning. hmmm where is the beginning. Ill start from where I remember the beginning to be.
I have known Morgan for a while, as she has dated a few of my good friends. We never talked on the phone, or really hung out for that matter, she was just there.
My best friend Masta, started hanging out with her a lot, and it turn since him and I were so close, I began to party with Morgan also.
In the first instance I can bring to memory: Masta and I were all Coked out (par usual for a Friday night a few years back) and we decided to rent a hotel room, and try to get some girls to come and party with our sketchy selves. Masta calls Morgan and her friend and they come and party with us. This is the first time I remember really talking with Morgs, she was funny yet intelligent, a girl with a real head on her shoulders. Its rare I meet a girl I like right off the bat, when it comes down to it, I hate most women when I first meet them, they have to have time to grow on me. Morgan was an exception to this rule. She was intranced by my shiny rings, and my double jointed fingers.
We began to hang out more often, she put make-up on me and paraded me infront of her friends parents, I think that's when we became really close.
She invited me to Griffith Island.
Griffith Island is privately owned and provides recreation activities for a limited membership. The island sports a lighthouse, a grass strip aircraft runway, a towered shooting range where skeet/clay pigeon are targeted, and is liberally stocked with game birds such as pheasant for the hunting enjoyment of club members. Entry is restricted except in the case of emergency.
We went with her parents over labor day weekend. We sat around and drank all day, and drove ATV's around the island as she sung to me on the beach. We played with puppies, and looked for deer. I think she had a little crush on me, but never acted on it. That was the best labor day weekend I have ever had.
We drove home with her parents, and I helped her move into her new place in Toronto, we seemed to spend endless hours talking to one another, drinking martini's and doing E. We even met the trailer park boys together, we were so fucked up on E, I thought I was hallucinating
But as all great friendships, we began to grow apart. I don't know the exact reasoning behind it, I think she just became far too cool for me or something. But now I am seeing her more , and more often, she always has the ability to put a huge smile on my face. Love you Morgan.
Here is a classy video for all of you who miss Masta(I know who you are).
killed softly at 11/27/2004 11:00:00 AM
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