879. I forgive but I don’t forget

I’ve totally forgiven Ray for running away for 2 reasons.

1. I can’t look at him without being filled with love.


2. When I asked George, the guy who found him in the staircase, what he was doing when he came upon him he said “He was just sitting there”.

I don’t think 12 is that old but he does seem a bit spaced out sometimes. We go for a walk and he stops dead for long periods of time and just stands there which is why I always bring a book with me.

Not that different from me. I go into a room to get something and when I get there I have no idea what I came for.

It’s kind of nice to know that we can talk about how nutty we’re getting to each other.

Although I have forgiven Ray I am still mad at David because he’s

1. Not cute

2. A fucking prick shit and is a stupid rat crap head.

Maybe I should explain.

We went out to dinner last night. We were sitting at an outdoor table and because the service was so lousy we had plenty of time to watch the world going by.

Early in our meal I noticed 2 young men walking together laughing and talking. They were either in their late teens or early twenties. One was white the other was african american.

We finished our meal and as we were paying the bill I saw something that broke my heart.

The two boys had returned from where ever they went. The white kid was standing in the street hailing a cab and the african american kid was  standing behind the side of the building where he couldn’t be seen.

When the cab stopped the white kid got in and held the door and the african american kid came out from behind the building and got in next to him very quickly.

I told David what I had seen. It made me so sad.

His response “Bullshit”.

“What’s bullshit? That I didn’t see what I saw or that I’m coming to the wrong conclusion about what I saw?”


“I’m lying?”

“You’re always putting your liberal spin on everything. No cabdriver would have refused to pick up those kids.”

This from a guy who in trying to convince me that he isn’t antisemitic keeps bringing up the same jewish friend he knew 20 years ago. He probably doesn’t know him now because he turned him in to the nazis.

“First of all, I don’t think that’s true. Second, it’s irrelevant. Clearly they thought they had a better chance of getting a cab this way.”

Our argument deteriorated into him sneering and mimicking me and me suggesting that his father was gay which is why he never saw him with any woman  other than his mother.

When we got home I slammed the door in his stupid face in an attempt to drown out his derisive laughter.

Which is why I am asking all of you, especially you stupid David, to read the following.


Well that’s about it. I have to call David to see what time he wants to go to Costco.


9 thoughts on “879. I forgive but I don’t forget

  1. Not Cute? Pleeeze! Many women would take issue!

    Now on to that crap you dug up from some Pravda inspired rag.

    It was clearly authored by some leftist nitwit. Didn’t know you’d branched out!!

    • Your so-called facts are nothing more than conjecture! I can’t believe I’m wasting time on this inane nonsense. Over and out

  2. I am a 60 year old black woman standing 4’10” complete with gray hair. Was in downtown Manhattan and 4 taxi’s refused to stop. They looked, saw me and kept on going. One stopped, then sped ahead and picked 3 (white) young ladies. I had 3 jumbo Kmart bags. Had purchased some items for my Dad to put on his mattress. I managed to get 1 medallion info to report to TLC (Taxi & Limousine Commission). My Dad passed two days later (he was 88). I didn’t bother to call the TLC. But I will admit I was not happy, though not surprised at all. Next time I will report the cabbie. It’s not the first time and I know it will not be the last a taxi driver has to pay a fine for not stopping for a passenger of color.

    Don’t be mad with Ray he just wants to explore. When he stops he has to ponder.

    • I’m touched by what you’ve written and ashamed that I was so surprised by what I saw.
      Hmmm pondering…. I guess that’s what I’m doing when I forget why I went into a room.

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