And when I say my brain pieces things together to eventually give me the big picture, THE LAST TIME we saw each other, you came into town, me and that snake of a woman had recently been done for good, you came into town dropped by said hi to my mom, we went to that bar for a beer, I could tell you were sitting there scoping me out, trying read me, what was I thinking, what did I know, that kind of s***.

I knew nothing then. I was absolutely broken, very hurt, in a lot of mental pain, it was big set back to my getting on a path but it was the last piece of that puzzle I needed to piece it together.

You knew, I didn’t. That’s the difference.

There was plenty she said and did during that was part of the puzzle too. Pieces my brain needed for the big picture.

This is the kind of thing that reinforces why I was walking, in the 90’s. And you know I was. That’s why.