There was a girl a long time ago.

A high school girl living in an apartment with two other girls and the two other girls’ mother. I was a year out of high school but still hanging around doing nothing. 

Or maybe I was doing something. Whatever.

So yeah okay whatever I was hanging out one day after the girls got out of school. They had big titties and no daddy and their mom worked midnights as a waitress and drank herself to sleep every morning. 

The girl I started out the story with, the one from a long time ago, she was living with those two girls and their mother - remember - and I went into the bathroom one day without knowing she was in the tub. I did not see her and was peeing and I saw her poke her head up out of the bath and reach for her glasses. I was embarrassed and escaped from the bathroom with the quickness. 

Anyway. So like fast fwd some years and everyone is doing things in warehouses all night long etc etc and I hear that the girl has fallen into the clutches of the law and will be gone for what seems like forever. 

Then, the years pass. I think of her from time to time. The image of her reaching for her glasses in the bath stays burned in my mind. She was so small. And looked so very all alone. 

Okay so like next the timeline jumps to a few years ago. Mostly, I wasted the years in between struggling with anger and addiction. Things sucked except for a handful of shiny exceptions. But then that is what being Bluesmith. And plus I swear to god that after you are down for a good long time it does not even affect you anymore. 

Whatever. At one point it is like a switch is flipped in my brain and my life turns around. I feel like some major depression I had my entire life without knowing it is lifted and I see spring for the first time in my life with eyes that allow themselves to experience wonder. Part of it was talking to you all these years. The ether, colleagues, fans, competitors, and secret agents. 

Btw: I got colleagues right and misspelled competitors. Makes no sense, right? Am I right? 

Back on track. Time passes while I rejoin the human race and eventually, I look up the girl on fb and find out that she earned a PhD and has all kinds of other cool stuff going on. I smiled when we reconnected. This weekend, I saw pictures she posted of herself and family somewhere in Europe. 

I want to tell you that I am so very happy that things ended up okay for her. And I think I am going to send her the link to this post with the hope that reading this will make her feel as good as it made me feel to type it. 

She’s earned a mention on the Nine. May she forever ride with us.