princess.kerry.

last summer i met the most beautiful, funny, and incredibly sarcastic person i have ever met. his name*s kerry, and he is unlike anyone else i have ever come across…
i met kerry summer of ’00 while i was working at my barn. he was a riding instructor there, too. it was kinda weird, i would have never expected to be friends with him… he*s the kind of guy that*s very, well, princessy (he loves it though, he*s got the most incredibly unreal personality. he should be a model. he*s beautiful. he*s got the looks, and the attitude…), and the type of person that if you*re not, for example, wearing the “right” kind of clothes, won*t talk to you. and then there*s me, the awkward punk girl. and somehow, who knows why, we hit it off and became inseparable. i had the most fun that summer. working from 8am-3pm with the horses, and then we*d have a mission trying to convince someone to drive us several towns away to score coke. we would wind up in baldwin several hours later, broke, and with no ride back to west hempstead. man, those were crazy adventures. by the time we got back to the barn we*d just
hang out the rest of the night with all the other kids who worked there, and go riding through the woods… it was incredible. next day, the situation would repeat itself. and so on, and so on… but the times ended, as do all good things, and he was sent to rehab…
today, six months laider, he and terry (one of his best friends and a very good friend of mine) showed up at my house. i was so thrilled to see him. he*s been clean a while now, but he still hasn*t lost that spark and that attitude that made him who he is…
and so, with last summer far behind us, and another summer getting closer every day, i can only hope that this coming one will be as great as last… of racing our horses at 10 o’clock at night through the woods, of talkin about boys, of being absolutely silly together, and laughing so hard all day that my ribs hurt… 8am-11pm 5 days a week of working and doing what i love most, and being around the most amazing people to walk this earth…
and even then the days were too short…

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