Remember in school, the first day back, when you had to stand up beside your desk and recite what you did for your summer vacation?
Aren’t you glad that as adults we don’t have to do that any more ?
You see this year I’d have to stand up and announce “I Survived”
To be more precise I’d have to say “I Survived Tina”
To be absolutely and completely truthful I’d have to say “I Survived Tina, AGAIN!”
So you know I took two years off from the whole Tina scene. Then I got this bright idea that I’d take a “Tina Vacation” for a weekend. Right! That weekend turned into six weeks. That weekend turned into my summer.
In the process I had a couple of really spectacular highs.
The rest of the story is simply about survival. I survived:
Being tied up by some Freak I met on a dick hook up site, being nearly overdosed and being filmed and broadcast to who and God knows where. Everyone who parties within a 50 mile radius now has his picture and knows what a Predator he is. I don’t expect he’ll be bothering anyone anytime too soon.
A Tweaker who came to play and “re-located” 3,145 feet from my home three and a half weeks ago and hasn’t left since. I assume he found true love in Tweakerville and is living happily ever after.
A Stalker …also met on said dick hook up sites. I’ve since nuked all my hook up sites and apps and the police have him under surveillance.
Two skin infections, two trips to the ER and the near loss of my ring finger.
The theft of a exquisite diamond pendant necklace. The police (yes ai had to call them twice) found it in a local Pawn Shop and a Tweaker is going to jail. Justice really is sweet because for once a Tweaker is not going to get away with it.
Being befriended briefly again by someone I used to sit in the rooms with who left my apartment with $600 cash that didn’t belong to him. Someday we’ll sit beside each other again on two cold metal chairs and perhaps he’ll do the right thing and amend his behavior.
My reputation in tact. You see I’m REALLY good at hiding this shit. Yes people noticed lapses in my communication but I managed to keep the balls in the air somehow. Don’t ask me how.
My pride, my spirit, my skin, my soul, my hair, adequate rest and certainly my veins…they are all worse for the wear but I guess no vacation is perfect, right ?
Was it worth it ? Only retrospect will answer that question. I never know in the exact moment.
But I can say this. I LEARNED things. I learned what TO do and what NOT to do in SPADES.
I REMEMBERED. I remembered how I used to be smarter and how I used to keep myself safe and you can bet on some upcoming blogs so you readers won’t ever have to experience some of what I went through these past six weeks.
And I DISCOVERED. I discovered many folks along the way that understand this is not an All or Nothing proposition. That there are no easy answers. That there are gonna be good times and there are gonna be bad times. That I’m gonna do well and that I’m gonna make mistakes. That I’m gonna take two steps forward and sometimes three steps back.
For all that I survived, as always, I’m grateful for the lessons. I could do without the scrapes and bruises that seem to come with my life lessons mind you, but I’m grateful none the less.