I am outside on my top deck, Marks sweet little daughter is in the back yard. She is having a conversation and walking. I am thinking who is this child talking to, so I stand up and ask her that question, her reply was my friend. I thought, oh hell she has one of those imaginary friends, I am doomed.... You know children can see things we cant sometimes, and yes I found that kind of spooky. So I went down stairs to the TV room and asked Mark what was she doing outside? He said, she is playing you know like children do, I thought oh shit, he doesnt know about the imaginary friend, and I am not telling him.... So I take myself back upstairs and go back out on the deck. First I stopped and got the Xanax AND MY RED WINE. I said sweetie does that friend talk back to you? yes sometimes, I took both pills and swallowed that damn wine... I said sweetie does it tell you things to do? she said sometimes she does, I thought oh hell it is a female... I said does your friend have a name ,yes... Then I noticed she had something in her hand down there, I said what is in your hand? she said my phone, I said is that your friend? she said yes why? I just came in the house.... she was on blame phone and I never noticed. eeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwww I am getting old!
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 00:29:14 +0000
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