This story was particularly heartbreaking, then I saw the tribute at the end and realized why. The pain of her loss really comes through in this one. I am sorry about your friend.
That is a thing of beauty. theres a feeling when you read some things... people use the expression "that hit hard" im not sure i can think of a better one right at this moment... but its that feeling you get when you read something that presses on your soul button, or whatever... (oh I just found another way to say what I meant) i mean the thing inside that holds our humanity that recognises the deep truths about what it means to be a person amongst people. you get shown something you've seen in your own life and you recognise it for what it is. hard to catch that in words but this story does it. Magic stuff.
Thanks for being here. I’m gonna warn you: Most of my stuff is behind a paywall. I’ve been writing stories all but 5 days since August 21st 2020. I feel like it’s worth a few pennies a day
So, where did the idea of the take out food and eating her ashes with rice and plum sauce come from? I’m reading this wondering who eats their ex-wife’s ashes? Is he going to barf it all up or get seriously sick? And, what about that bathtub toilet scene? You have a strange and beautiful mind Sir—very effective visuals I might add…. And, I was totally hooked from the beginning to the end. You are a great storyteller. My condolences—you two were a gorgeous twosome in the photo.
The basis of eating the ashes travels back to a friend who wants his ashes smoked by his friends in a joint. I just amended that idea. Using the bathtub as a toilet isn’t all that uncommon among heavy drug users, especially when the only existing toilet is broken.
Thank you. I feel very grateful to have that photo, as cameras weren’t omnipresent in that era.
Wow! That was cool! You just answered all my questions in like 30 seconds flat! I’m impressed, again!
Yeah, no cameras and money for developing. No credit cards! And, had no idea about the drug-tub-toilet thing. Glad I missed it. I saw enough movies in Health Ed in the 70’s to keep me outta that scene.
I took my pain straight up! Thank you! Ok, I hit the bar scene for dancing and a Seven and Seven every hour or so—and maybe a couple of Jack Daniel’s later on—one to drink and one to throw in my sweet, cheating, boyfriend’s face. But that was basically it. I’m glad you stirred all of that up Jimmy!
That’s great that you wrote songs! Punk was going on around me and my best friend was into it—she’d get all punked out in her rubber cat suit and rat her hair up like a flowerpot to go see some punk band across town. She’d meet up with her “cool” friends, but I was totally engrossed in Community theatre and dancing afterward at the Blues bar.
Hell of a tale and a good read! Thanks!
Thanks Ernie!
A truly gut wrenching story.
And then I read the tribute and saw the picture.
I am sorry for your loss.
Unfortunately, they seem to come faster each passing year.
Fortunate to have a lot of friends. Saying goodbye is the price. Thanks J/S
Very moving, Jimmy.
Thanks Paul
Jimmy, great story and I love the picture. I’m thinking you must have been born not long after me in the 60’s.
I was hatched in 1965. Cue " Love Child"
I’m sorry, Jimmy.
Your sister knew Kathy too. She was very popular in our crazy little scene.
The story was sad and ironic enough but your afterword tribute to Kathleen made me well-up. Godspeed beautiful lady.
Thanks Jim. I'll never forget her.
Those are two beautiful young faces living and with lives to keep living. Your story about love and loss and even the regret was beautifully done.
The price you pay for love is grief someone said. it’s true and it’s worth it. So worth it. Keep living your life and may she rest in peace.
Thank you.
Gonna keep living. Hopefully thrive.
Fuckin’ A Doom. That was epic. Sorry for your loss.
This story is a nice tribute. Sorry to hear that you lost your friend.
This story was particularly heartbreaking, then I saw the tribute at the end and realized why. The pain of her loss really comes through in this one. I am sorry about your friend.
This is my new favorite. (She says for the 100th time) 💔
That is a thing of beauty. theres a feeling when you read some things... people use the expression "that hit hard" im not sure i can think of a better one right at this moment... but its that feeling you get when you read something that presses on your soul button, or whatever... (oh I just found another way to say what I meant) i mean the thing inside that holds our humanity that recognises the deep truths about what it means to be a person amongst people. you get shown something you've seen in your own life and you recognise it for what it is. hard to catch that in words but this story does it. Magic stuff.
I love that. Thanks. I’m out here just trying to entertain people and make em think or help em feel.
i sort of went OOOOOPH when I read that, and had to grab my cat for a hug.
My cat is right next to me too
Nick Winney sent me here. I'm glad he did!
Thanks for being here. I’m gonna warn you: Most of my stuff is behind a paywall. I’ve been writing stories all but 5 days since August 21st 2020. I feel like it’s worth a few pennies a day
Thanks for sharing this, Jimmy. Sorry for the loss of your friend. 🙏
So, where did the idea of the take out food and eating her ashes with rice and plum sauce come from? I’m reading this wondering who eats their ex-wife’s ashes? Is he going to barf it all up or get seriously sick? And, what about that bathtub toilet scene? You have a strange and beautiful mind Sir—very effective visuals I might add…. And, I was totally hooked from the beginning to the end. You are a great storyteller. My condolences—you two were a gorgeous twosome in the photo.
❤️
The basis of eating the ashes travels back to a friend who wants his ashes smoked by his friends in a joint. I just amended that idea. Using the bathtub as a toilet isn’t all that uncommon among heavy drug users, especially when the only existing toilet is broken.
Thank you. I feel very grateful to have that photo, as cameras weren’t omnipresent in that era.
Wow! That was cool! You just answered all my questions in like 30 seconds flat! I’m impressed, again!
Yeah, no cameras and money for developing. No credit cards! And, had no idea about the drug-tub-toilet thing. Glad I missed it. I saw enough movies in Health Ed in the 70’s to keep me outta that scene.
I took my pain straight up! Thank you! Ok, I hit the bar scene for dancing and a Seven and Seven every hour or so—and maybe a couple of Jack Daniel’s later on—one to drink and one to throw in my sweet, cheating, boyfriend’s face. But that was basically it. I’m glad you stirred all of that up Jimmy!
I was in a punk band in the 80s and 90s. I’ve seen a ton of crazy shit
You were in a punk band? I guess you would see a lot of bizarre stuff! Were you their songwriter? Were you guys famous?
Definitely not famous. I cowrote some songs
That’s great that you wrote songs! Punk was going on around me and my best friend was into it—she’d get all punked out in her rubber cat suit and rat her hair up like a flowerpot to go see some punk band across town. She’d meet up with her “cool” friends, but I was totally engrossed in Community theatre and dancing afterward at the Blues bar.