I must be about 4 yo here with Peter in the
backyard of Nettie's house.
There is a similar photo of Peter taken the same day,
that he always had with him wherever he moved.
It was taken from his home the day he died.
If you see it hanging in someone's house
(or hidden under their bed) -- swipe it for me.
It was Nettie's favorite photo of her son.
Unsuccessfully Coping With The Natural Beauty of Infidelity
Trust and you'll be trusted
Says the liar to the fool
Lust so what if you're busted
In love and war there ain't no rules
Do you believe in forever?
I don't even believe in tomorrow
The only things that last forever
Are memories and sorrow
Out of sight, out of mind
The motto, the betrayal
The prophets preach to forgive and forget
I'm sorry, but I am unable
Live from PA
So, I got back into the car. I drove to the store and bought a dozen eggs. I went back to Nettie's house, pulled one egg out of the package and positioned it in the front garden, behind the bushes. By Halloween it should be nice and stinky. Not sure if I'll come back to retrieve it ... It would be nice to know that it is there... just in case a very tall Brooklyn boy comes home and wants to play a little trick on an unsuspecting treater.
Nostalgia is a bitch ...