Washing The Mustang

Sometimes when people talk to you it ends up annoying you.

Sometimes people just don't know how to say what they're trying to say.

I was out washing the mustang today because, once again, i have been threatened to move it. Tony was sitting out there being himself.
That meant that he was yapping about whatever came to his mind and being somewhat annoying. For hours. But i was entertaining the conversation anyway.

He was just talking about random bullshit for a while until he paused in his normal cadence and said that his mother was in the hospital back in Veracruz with kidney failure. He went on to say that she was older now and that something has to go first when you're that age and for her it was her kidneys.

...he trailed off for a bit and when he came back he said that he could clearly remember the first memory he had of his mom.

He said he could see himself standing in front of a mirror with her standing behind him. She was getting him ready for school.

He said he remembers wearing an ultra starched white uniform shirt and she was adjusting his collar before he left.
(the whole time he's talking it looks like he's actually there reliving that first memory.)

"she was standing behind me...this big woman"
"she was a beautiful woman... she's still beautiful now"

then he went quiet again.



*Sometimes, if you're careful enough, you can get a Memory to land just right in the palm of your hand... but, when you try to show someone, it flies away again.
That's what happened out in the garage today.