A few months ago, back before the leaves come on the trees, I was contacted by the daughter of a former coworker who was looking to buy a house with her new husband. So I said cool, and met them at this trailer out on the back side of the moon one Saturday morning. I reacquainted with her and met her husband, a man who NEVER stopped talking. Redneck as hell.
We did some looking and shortly they found a house they were very happy with and we had a deal. At the closing this week they reminded me they wanted to buy me supper one night, meaning name a date, so I said how about Friday at the local Mexican resturant.
Okay now, I want to state for the record I am not making any of this up:
The wife could not go on Friday because she had tickets to take her Mamma (my former co worker) and his Mamma to see and Elvis Impersonator in Greensboro, North Carolina. "(Jack), I swear" I am not making this up. People actually make a good living impersonating Elvis and I have never understood why. Husband says "Well I'll meet you over there".
So 7 pm this evening I meet Mr. Roudy Countruction Worker X-USMC Harley Rider, and as I was later to learn, fully ordained minister in the church of god, that he no longer attends. It was the most interesting supper I have in a long time. Helped out by a very large Margarita, this feller sat acrost from me and unspooled his whole world, including that he had a friend who was gay.
Today's Date is 14 July 2006.
We talked about everything betwixt Bill Clinton's cigar to the lost books of the new statament. We see eye to eye on many things, are poles apart on others. I told him I was not religious, but spiritual. He knows that Bible backward and forward and the good things is I think he interepreted it for himself, he seems to not buy into most dogma.
I did not tell him I was gay, but I will. I will tell him when I am sober, and do not have a drink in my hand because I consider it a serious thing and past experence has taught me that coming out under the influnce is a crap shoot at best. I imagine it will be in the tore up kitchen of their new home.
On another site today I posted that Chad Allen was "easy on the eyes". This guy is past that. he is easy on my brain. I stood out in the parking lot listening to one last tale and I thought: "I will be this guys friend. He will know who I am". The last story delt with his grandfather. Oddly, he had the same name as my grandfather. "We are cousins" I told him, and shook his hand goodnight.
Today is 14 July 2006, and a better day I think I have never had.