then and now

Valentines day is coming shortly, and with the quiet time at work I’ve had time to think about it.

Last year I had been working days and single at the time, and relatively alone, aside from the weekly meet up with the auto club I run with.

The entire thought of valentines seemed nonexistent, and I was in part bitter, trying not to think about that naked bastard of an archer trying to shishkabob my ass. And I was trying to not think about the interesting girl I had met at the car wash a few days ago with the cracked manifold in her jeep. Jennifer.

I was thinking the whole of my shift of stopping by Gossip’s; a strip club, self medicating and forgetting what day it was. I would’ve joined the rest of the hopeless saps.

Even when Jennifer asked what I was doing that night, I was stand-offish, considering most of my injuries were still fresh in my mind, and well I wasn’t too keen on the idea of “walking off two broken legs”. But the next night, we set things right.

the 15th of February. One year…and looking back I think it’s been a rich year of experience, and learning. And trust, a treasure seemed lost to the crucible of error and dishonesty.

Happy Valentines to me.