becky

a lot of you know i married becky, my childhood sweetheart. i had such a crush on her back in ’93 but i was really shy. she was the prettiest girl in school – blonde hair, blue eyes, to quote george, “she was stacked.”

my friends george and clark helped me get up the courage to ask her out on the boat we were building. funny, even when i was pitching for the cubs i still was shy around her. 

just like my arm, i should have known that good things don’t last. we’ve been divorced for a couple years now. she will always be the love of my life but i try not to think about her too much these days. i guess it’s like doctors say when you have painful memories from childhood, you should just block them out instead of dealing with them or something.

i saw becky this week though. ran into her at Garrett’s Popcorn on Michigan Ave. i had a million things i wanted to say, most of all that i miss her. but i didn’t say anything like that. the worst is when you tell someone you miss them and they don’t feel the same way. if someone really misses you, you’ll see it in their eyes. that’s one lie you can never get away with… that and telling a police officer that you haven’t been drinking. they see right through that shit.