It’s better this way. There were always issues, right from the start. You probably thought I’m easy. You underestimated me. I was not aware of your game or whatever, it was natural instincts. At least I know now that I couldn’t have changed it.
A number of years back they canceled Bingo in small town here, but one of my fondest memories are nights with my grandma at the Elks lodge. I would get a Crunch bar and bar tap Coke before sitting down with our group of ladies and taking the colorful ink blotters to the game sheets.
Elsewise I recall times there with my great grandpa, mocking pool with the kids of his friends and attempting to watch Jem on the projector screen in the game room, back then there seemed to be more static with the tech. Seasons spent there seem a wholesome treat now and a structurally sound point of reference in the framework of my memories for role models.
I’m free. I’m finally free…