Where do I begin?
When one has been in a coma for over a year, wakes up,
realizes that you have memory loss, your legs and your body are weak, your hair
is long, your roots are hanging out, and all you can remember from being in a
coma are bits and pieces of drug induced memories, or are they real?
After my first public appearance post my hospital stay, I
have begun to put my life back together, moving forward. Alone. No more sweet Diva Girl, no more Brady and his
twin Bryan. No more of the past.
I still to this day walk with a cane every now and then, I
kinda like it actually, as it accents my fabulous booty. Anywho… Recently I went out to dinner and to
have a glass of wine with my gal pal Amelia.
A little bit about her: she is Puerto Rican, a spit fire of crazy, a big
heart, and a devilish laugh!
There we were sitting off the side of the bar, relaxing and
lounging by the pool, when something walks up and blocks my view of the
moonlight. I then look up to see the man
wearing frayed black jeans, biker boots, a black lace up shirt(with a dragon
design on it) and a black b-ball cap.
Amelia and I look at each other and start laughing. I ask her… who called for the taxi? You know I have a white limo? She shook her head to tell me it was not her. So I ask the man: Whatever can I do for you
taxi driver? He smiles as he informs that he is there to meet me, and that he
is NOT a taxi driver! I inform
him….Everyone here wants to meet Moi!
He proceeds to introduce himself to me. His name is Jesus. As he says this I immediately begin to
snicker and giggle at the thought of this.
Divine Man and Jesus!
HAhAAAhAAAAA! As I giggle I knock
my martini glass over and yell out: Jesus Christ, Almighty! For the love of God! Apparently Amelia and I are the only 2
laughing.
Regardless Jesus is persistent and I think…well why not, let
him stay for a drink. What can be the harm?
The night ends and Amelia and I get into the limo, only
after Jesus pleads with me to call him and agree to go out with him for a
libation in 2 days.
