just wakin up in the morning , gotta thank god
I like that song by Ice Cube.
When I was 19 years old I met this tall, gorgeous blonde. We were stuck hanging out because my roommate was banging dating her roommate. I laid down my smoothest dick jokes and she was sufficiently unimpressed. I’m pretty sure she thought I was an immature little shit. She was not wrong, my friends.
Somehow, some way we stayed on the periphery of each others’ lives for the next decade and a half. Then, thank Marky Z, we reconnected in a real way and became friends. Like the real kind, not the, ugh, who invited this asshole to this party type.
Irony was that now my dick jokes were my job. She was still tall, gorgeous, and blonde. We went through the traditional courting process. You know – long trip to Vegas spent in bed in between trips to the casino floor. We’re a romantic lot.
I left Central California to follow her to, well, 1desert California.
Then the worst thing that you can imagine happening to the woman you love happened. She got that call from her doctor we all dread. So we decided this was as good a reason as any to get married.
Another trip to Vegas, family, friends, and boom, we were officially a we.
It’s been twelve years. We used to joke early on that this wasn’t supposed to last cuz she wasn’t supposed to still be here. We are a unapologetically dark couple with a sublime, inappropriate sense of humor. It’s one of those things that turn me on about her.
In twelve years we have been through it. Highs that we wished we could live in forever. Lows that almost broke us. And everything in between.
I love when she dances around the apartment. She doesn’t know this, and maybe I should tell her, but I stop and watch. I have to fight back those happy tears when she dances around because that’s when it hits me the hardest; I am so fucking lucky to be on this journey with this human being. Of the billions of people on this planet nobody has it better than me.
She is music in human form. She is the smell of the sea at the edge of the shore. She is my home.
I’m so fucking glad I didn’t miss this.
I had to google ‘desert or dessert’. I don’t ever want you to get it twisted and think I am some sort of genius. Also, never go to California City, California. It’s a fucking pit.
