Saturday, June 27, 2009

Seven Years Ago

Seven years ago, I was hanging out with a "B" as in "boy" -illionaire till the wee hours of the morning. At one point he grabbed my hand and whispered into my ear, "Kambri, when you live in my world, you can do anything you want."

Indeed, in his world, you can.

At the same time, 1,542 miles away, Dad was stabbing Gloria.


mishkazena said...

Yes, what a sharp contrast.

heather gold said...

Those moments of paradox really seem to get at something? I think when paradox feels like truth to you, your only option is comedy. Love that you're writing about your dad and the strange connections with that story and your life.

[Found your blog via HAlan. I'll be up at Ochi's tonight for Dykes on Mics. Newish to town. Hope to meet some day.]