amazngj's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Another \"Liz inspired\" story If you want the background inspiration to this page click here and you will understand. I grew up far far away from here (about six hours away) in a suburb of Pittsburgh. When I finally escaped my parent's house after years of fighting, I went to college in West Virginia. After three or four weeks at school, enjoying the freedom of being able to come and go when I pleased, I went back to Pittsburgh. But not to see my parents. I went back to see my girlfriend, Jenn, and to go to her boss's wedding. That Friday night, September 10th, 1992, I went to the high school football game and saw all my old friends and went to King's Family Restaurant afterwards. Saturday was the wedding and reception and then we spent some time Saturday night at one of our friend's house for a party afterwards. Sunday I went back to West Virginia, and Thursday I got a letter from my mother. One of the band mothers ran into my mother at the Community Market grocery store and told my mother she saw me at the football game. My mother insisited that I was at college, and had not been home, and went on her way. Then she heard from someone else that they saw me out that weekend too, and my mother's letter was describing her hurt and humiliation that everyone knew that I was home, and I saw everyone except her while I was in town. I think that is where it all began, really. The last time I was in Pittsburgh, February 20th, 2005, at my grandfather's memorial service, my mother invited the band mother, and brought it up again. It's been thirteen years. We were at my grandfather's memorial service. This is something she will not let go of, obviously. I'm going off on a bitter rant here, but the point was how parents find out everything in any town, large or small. More lighhearted examples. Before I moved to Delaware in 1996, my girlfriend at the time, Beth, brought me to one of her friend's houses in January of that year. We met some sisters that Beth had gone to school with and spent about an hour at their house. I remember their living room had a distinctively sloping ceiling that went from normal eight foot hieght down to four foot high at the far end of the room. Flash forward four years to when I was meeting Liz's friend Jon. We went to his house, and I'm standing their, in his living room, feeling oddly familiar, and I asked him if he had sisters. When he replied yes, I told him I'd been here before. Small world - small state. Another example? Sure. After Beth moved out (November 1996) I was at work (Radio Shack) and a woman came in and asked if I was Jay. I said no, because I was going by James in Delaware, and she said that she was looking for Jay, she was Jimmy Allen's girlfriend. Jimmy Allen was one of my college friend's from West Virginia. He lived in Florida. Jimmy was going to be moving to Delaware, but was delayed, and Laura was there with no where to live. So, I had a free room, and Laura moved in. then her boyfriend, Mike moved in. Jimmy didn't know. Mike brought trouble to my humble apartment. In addition to not paying rent and doing drugs on my coffee table, his ex wife was always banging on the door to yell at him for leaving her, and eventually he had visitation with his kids... at my house. Flash forward to the summer of 1999. I had moved to Maine and back to Delaware. I was now dating Peggy, and we spent alot of time hanging out with her brother and his girlfriend and her kids. Nobody thought anything when her daughter said she knew me, cause I just kinda have that face. Then one afternoon while I was hanging out with Peggy's brother, Mike pulls up to pick up the kids. Really small world. REALLY small state. I guess the storal of the morey is that you will get caught, you will have to see everyone twice under different circumstances. But still feel free to make an ass of yourself so they'll remember you too. 00:00 - 26 June 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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