May the come with a flurry

My life has had a laundry list of events that I'm sure most would find extraordinary. When I moved here I promised myself that I would not turn down any opportunity that would arise. Food, music, people, sex, drugs, outdoors type stuff you name it I wanted to try it. 1997 I was young and full of openness when I came her with a promise that I would never date another jealous man nor would I settle for anything less than what I deserve. I was hanging with two young friends of mine I collected from Arizona named Dan and Corey. We were always the threesome who did everything together but that soon ended with wanted different things and lives going in different directions. That year was the year of learning who I thought I was and where I didn't know I was going, if that makes sense.

By the end of that year I was stripping and going to school for medical technology and other fancy terms for medicine which no one ever believed me. I was the girl who sat in the back with her medical books and homework while others were doing lines and smoking ganj or trying to talk their way into another rich mans wallet. I went to work and did my job while listening to all the woe is me and why can't I's. I wanted to go to school so that my mother would be proud of me and my accomplishments but some of those were soon short lived.I soon got into bar tending and stripping and going to school. . .then, I got a call saying that your mother is sick and you need to get down here as soon as possible. I quit school and worked full time while traveling back and forth to Sacramento to see my failing health matriarch. Between that time I stopped stripping and bartended for some of Portland's wildest clubs and learned about Mushrooms, acid, extacy and other mind expanding drugs. I became happy, for stolen moments, and my mother slowly died.

I aquired certain talents which led me to very dark places such as after hours for vampires, suspension artists, opium dens and orgies of many different kinds. I also picked up the talent to breathe fire for parlor tricks and money. . .that also led me to San Diego.

2000 My mother died and in 2001 I almost died from breathing fire in a stadium outside. In a coma for 9days in the hospital for 13 days almost died twice while under a drug educed coma. Let's just say I saw a lot.

There is much in between those years and I'm sure some time I will write about them, for now I can honestly say that those were some of the est growing years I could have ever enjoyed. I now am married, no kids don't want them, massage therapist and soon to be instructor for kickboxing while entertaining my musical life playing the cello(yet another story). So many stories, so many lives, so much growth and yet so much to learn.