For the next fifty-two seconds, we just sat there listening as each new instrument was seamlessly layered over that initial drumbeat. And then, in time with Phil Collins’ vocals, we both began to sing…
“I can feel it coming in the air tonight… Oh, Lord!”
I never mentioned that night’s run-in with Officer She-Wolf to Jude or anyone in my family. I figured it would only keep them from forgetting about what they had already managed to forget once before. The silver lining is that this time, I’m actually starting to forget as well. I know there must have been a point when I knew every detail of this story. How else could I have written it all down?
But now that I have, the specifics are starting to slip away from me faster and faster. I know that my grandparents used to own a house that was so nice, it was featured in a magazine called Better Homes and Gardens. I can remember that it even had a plaque on the front door that said which issue and everything. The rest is a bit of a blur but that guy on “Adam Ruins Everything” says most of our childhood memories never happened anyway, so it’s probably for the best.
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
This story would not have been possible for me to write if it hadn’t been for the generosity of several especially awesome readers. It’s a long tedious story but I lost pretty much all of my electronics in a freak flood last month and within an hour of informing Facebook, the following people offered to donate replacements for everything, including the laptop I’m currently typing this on: Kristen Whitmire, Nicole Horton, Coralynn Spicer, Heather Robson Jones, and Harry Catsis.
Normally, I would try to go out on a joke but I don’t want anything to undermine just how much I appreciated this. If I didn’t have a way to write you guys these silly little stories each month, I would lose my goddamn mind. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. 