1998 - Sacramento
Just five months after Maui. It of course seemed an
eternity. When I got back from Maui I nearly took that trapdoor in
the sun as I had planned...but a few things held me back...most importantly
a woman name Christa Harrison. She became my only companion as I
slowly trudged through each day. I wanted to spend every waking moment
with her, to just be swallowed up in her. She was and still is the
best friend I have ever had. I can tell her everything without fear
of reproach, or laughter, or denial. She can take all my pain, all
my hurt, and she can shoulder it for me, at least while we're together.
As of creating this webpage (28 Jan 2002) it has over two years since I've
seen her face to face, and I miss her dearly.
I survived those next five months; one other thing
I had to focus on, to help me through, was another PJ concert. Sadly
I no longer have the ticket stub from this show.
Perhaps it was the way I had worked it up in my mind after
my toils...maybe was the bands reemerging into the mainstream, maybe it
was because it seemed a "greatest hits" setlist, but it was...I had a good
time. It wasn't my best show ever, and it probably wasn't the worst...it
was just seemed a little bit bland. That all said, regardless, exiting
Arco Arena that night, I was pumped. I was floating on cloud nine,
and I had fellow PJ fans, friends rather, to share my giddiness with.
We all hooked up at Denny's after the show and I just oozed glee.
On to 2000