Posted by Weave on Feb 23, 1999 in Personal | 0 comments
“Your life is complicated right now, Eric… you don’t need any more complications… ya know?” You pressed your forehead against mine as we lay there, smiling wistfully and running your fingers through the hair on the back of my head…
…when the phone rang. “Hey, homeboy, it’s Cindy! How are you?” “Cindy! Uhhh, hi! I’m...
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Posted by Weave on Feb 21, 1999 in Personal | 0 comments
Sitting in a meeting, I felt a tap at my shoulder.
A hushed voice whispered in my ear. “Dude, I just saw Cindy. She’s leaving, man.”
“WHAT?” I whispered loudly. “Where?!? Is she gone?”
“No, she’s downstairs getting a rental car,” came the hurried reply. “If you run, you might just catch her.”
This frantically whispered...
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Posted by Weave on Oct 1, 1997 in Articles, Personal | 0 comments
SLEA HEAD, COUNTY KERRY, IRELAND – October 1, 1997 – There’s a place on the western coast of Ireland called Slea Head. The westernmost point of Europe, it is treeless hills and sheep and tiny stone cottages and whipping winds and pounding surf, and the greenest grass you’ll ever see.
I climbed out to the edge once: a couple hundred feet above the jagged rocks and crashing waves...
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