The one I think was the love of my life (dead as of 1988) loved Rickie Lee Jones (whom Ginny could imitate hilariously) and Prince and Heart. I either ignored or found something to criticize about the former and latter, though I was shallowly "in to" Prince during his "Purple Rain" years and the years shortly after. (From 1983 to 1988, when I knew her: I was mainly into the Beatles, and John Lennon solo albums, and Pink Floyd's "The Wall." When she and I went to a showing of the latter, she ran out of the theater in horror. I did not chase after her.)
Last night, I had a dream that I was standing at Ginny's grave and trying to leave a message via writing a poem and leaving it on the gravestone. The Azle girl who had replaced me in her affections was also standing there, and asking me questions. Truly, this is probably the stupid story of my afterlife!
Sad to say, whenever I think of Ginny, I also simultaneously think of Cindy, the girl she left me for. Cindy is now, according to the Internet, hunkered down with a heavy-set black woman, while I am alone---Ha! Does that make me in any way more devoted to Ginny's memory? Nah. Probably Ginny's actual soul-mate is Cindy, the one who followed her out of "The Wall" showing because it disturbed her so much. Whereas I continued to sit there and think: "Wow! This film is so great." I had to see the movie through to the end. To this day, though, I don't think that I would/could do any differently.
RE Rickie Lee Jones: I think Ginny was a lot more soulful than me---I didn't get Rickie Lee Jones when I was 18! OR early Prince! Today, I wish we were 50 and listening to both George Jones and Rickie Lee Jones. (Or could those two have ever meshed? I think so; both are soulful, at least...)
All said, I do wish that Cindy would get the fuck out of my dreams about Ginny! (Make a life with your big black woman that you're posing with on Facebook and leave me and Ginny alone!)
Last night, I had a dream that I was standing at Ginny's grave and trying to leave a message via writing a poem and leaving it on the gravestone. The Azle girl who had replaced me in her affections was also standing there, and asking me questions. Truly, this is probably the stupid story of my afterlife!
Sad to say, whenever I think of Ginny, I also simultaneously think of Cindy, the girl she left me for. Cindy is now, according to the Internet, hunkered down with a heavy-set black woman, while I am alone---Ha! Does that make me in any way more devoted to Ginny's memory? Nah. Probably Ginny's actual soul-mate is Cindy, the one who followed her out of "The Wall" showing because it disturbed her so much. Whereas I continued to sit there and think: "Wow! This film is so great." I had to see the movie through to the end. To this day, though, I don't think that I would/could do any differently.
RE Rickie Lee Jones: I think Ginny was a lot more soulful than me---I didn't get Rickie Lee Jones when I was 18! OR early Prince! Today, I wish we were 50 and listening to both George Jones and Rickie Lee Jones. (Or could those two have ever meshed? I think so; both are soulful, at least...)
All said, I do wish that Cindy would get the fuck out of my dreams about Ginny! (Make a life with your big black woman that you're posing with on Facebook and leave me and Ginny alone!)
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