| Message | Doug, everytime i find myself telling stories i tell the one about Lori's wedding. I was locked in the basement of some raggidy old cabin with one channel that happened to be the tv guide and no food. My aunts, yes even YOU JOANNE, locked the doors so that i couldn't get out, that is until you came busting threw the downstair doors wondering what i was doing... I hadn't been happier to see you in my entire life. I explained how i was locked down there and he proclaimed that we had to go out, be it at the time i was about 13. He said he knew a pool hall around there even though we were in the mountains of North Carolina and he clearly had no idea where it was or where we were even going. We got into the jimmy and just drove till finally out of the grace of god found a "pool hall" I was in shock that he was so persuasive with the bartender to let a young punk like me into the bar at the early hours of the morning but sure enough doug waved for me to come in. We shot pool and just talked, mostly about girls or some brawls he had been in, but we talked. No one really gets why i tell this story all the time but at the time it meant alot to me that a cousin i barely knew and was older than me took the time to take me out and show me a good time. I miss you alot man and see you in peyton (sorry if i spelled that wrong taylor) everyday. And don't worry if anyone touches your sisters i will remember your protectiveness when i am "talking" to them. |