August 8th, 2004

Okay, here I am. No excuses. I'm not good about writing. I have good intentions and...well, we know what we do with them. I'm here now so let's be proactive and move on. I think about life in Buffalo and the only events that stick out in my mind is the friggin snow and having to take the bus. I don't remember what Phil and I did together. I try to think of "memories" and they are so few. I remember that time when the Mahoneys came over for Ma's birthday. Elliot took a swipe out of the birthday cake. I had to fill it wil more frosting. I told everyone about it though...didn't want them to think I was trying to get away with something. I remember the chicken fingers at Vince's PIzza Plus. I remember how it pissed me off that the neighbors didn't care if I lived or died.  I remember not having a car and depending on Kathy Killeagh to pick me up and all the hard times she gave me over that. I remember the snow up to my knees as I made my way up to Tonawanda Street to catch the bus. That was not a happy time.  That's all.