I wonder what he looks like? What traits, if any, he gave me besides my height and bushy eyebrows?
Will I appear strange to this man who spent most of his wife & three kid insurance salesman life in Boise? What’s Boise like, anyway? I never hear of it – it’s almost as if it’s just filler to hold the coasts together. Who lives there?
Well, one person I’m aware of, at least…
I guess I’ll find out soon enough. I can’t not be me, but I can tone who I am down… I mean hells, I spent most of my life as a chameleon anyway; it was necessary, inescapable. You can be anyone when you don’t know who you are…
He seems so quiet when we talk – innocent…
Then again, perhaps I’m here to open his eyes to other kinds of “normal”…
I meet him in an hour. My Father…
It’s going to be a good day.
of Petals & Thorns 