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Road Trip

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I went with my friends T and B to Boomtown in Bossier City, LA.

Now this was a nice drive. I enjoy T. He is, as they say, unencumbered by truth. He tells some amazing stories, which are very entertaining, but I have known him long enough to know that they change over time.

I remember one story, about a song called The Sailor’s Prayer. We had just listened to it on a recording from a renaissance faire. That night, T said he’d heard that particular group sing it at a certain faire. That’s reasonable. By the third time I heard the story, the group sang it to T when he left the faire at the end. Less believable, and downright unbelievable if you’ve watched the story evolve over a week. I enjoy him, but by all means, take what he says with a grain of salt.

B is his ex wife. I’m not sure why they got married, she doesn’t seem like his type but who am I to make that determination? And he is often very angry with her, some of it justified and some of it simply judgmental. I like her. She’s a little pedantic – her word, not mine – and she is not adventurous. She likes her house and her bed.

They both referred to the other as bipolar. I am bipolar, I have some idea of what it is and what it’s not. Suddenly losing your temper, not it. That’s just getting fed up and acting out. In T’s case, it could be related to his very bad diabetes. As for B, well, I’d say she has anxiety and maybe PTSD, not that I’m a diagnostician. But more she gets pushed to her limit then loses it.

So there were a few tense moments on the trip, because as well as you get along with an ex, there’s no one like an ex for pushing your buttons. Most of the time they were fine.

I didn’t win big at Boomtown so we’ll just pass that part.

Sunday I spent sleeping. You would think there’d been more excitement in my weekend. But I did sleep on the floor of an apartment in Longview, so that’s probably why I was a little worn out.

Apparently I have sleep apnea. My friends noticed that I stop breathing in the night. It’s not the snoring that’s a problem, although it is a nuisance to other sleepers. It’s the not breathing that causes the problems. I have a theory that sudden infant death syndrome (SIDS) is sleep apnea in babies. It’s probably not original, but I haven’t done any real studying of either syndrome so it seems like a match to my uneducated self.

What I didn’t tell them is that sometimes I forget to breathe when I’m awake. I gather this is the kind of thing that’s supposed to be automatic but for me, not so much. Just one more thing my body does wrong I guess.

Author: Allison Leonard / Kiss5Tigers

I like sci-fi movies, and I noticed that I like the noir ones best. They are almost universally set in a sort of post-apocalyptic dystopia. I later realized, I find them comforting and familiar, probably because I live there, at least in my inner life. Perhaps things are not as bleak as they seem, or perhaps I am simply learning to keep a better attitude. This is the chronicle of my adventures. May you find something valuable here.

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