this is a true story. the names have NOT been changed to protect the innocent. when i was growing up in the projects in New Britain, CT... around the age of 5-9, i didn't have any friends. not one. i would wander around the projects aimlessly, and had no where to go. i saw some pussy willows the other day, and it brought back some memories of those young years. i was SO lonely, that one time i found an empty matchbox, and put 4 pussy willows in it, covered it with a lil piece of tissue as if it were their bed, and named them. i pretended they were my kitties, my friends. i took them everywhere with me. I'd slide the drawer open and pet them. they were SO soft. I'll tell you true, if it wasn't for my little "kitties" i would have gone crazy. my mother saw me one time and told me i was stupid, and laughed at me. she tried to take them away but i put up such a fight that even with the beating i got, i wouldn't let her take them.
isn't that a fucking pitiful story?
the worse part is, it's really true.
every time i see pussy willows i always remember.....
we go waaaaay back, them and i.