“Keuriii, cme plaay with me,” the voice slurred from the other room.
Joey, my then girlfriend, and I were walking home from I don’t remember where… that’s how bad this date was, right? We probably were walking home from the movies before the buses started running in our town, so being in wheelchairs, we had no choice but to walk.
Most of you readers know that Joey and I started "Two Feet Below" with the idea of joining able-bodied people who want to learn more about crip life, and help crips get through this thing we call life on this berg we call Earth through our experiences.
Yoda says, “Always two there are…a master and an apprentice,” in The Phantom Menace.
Joey and I went back to camp the next year as a couple. We had no idea if the camp had produced any other crip couple, so we thought it’d be fun to go back as such. From the get-go, we’d been unorthodox. For one, and definitely not the least of our unorthodoxies, was I lived in my own house that my ex had left me with. I chose not to move back in with my folks like you hear so much these days…and they don’t leave! By then, I’d been on my own for five years…first, with my brother, Joey, then, with Teri, my ex. And, I had a fur baby, Lucky, my black lab, Teri and I got from the pound before she decided to up and leave. Anyhoo, that’s water under the bridge, plus, she’s dead, but that’s another blog.
Joey says this post SHOULD be titled “Jason Should Have Gotten Coal for Christmas.” Hater. *laughing* Anyhoo, tis the season, and I’m in the mood and ready to get my Christmas on.