First Entry - Intro Post
Yeah. So Florida is a lot like California. Palm trees, ocean, scantily clad beach goers. But Miami...this place is insane. I don't know why Cass decided to move here of all places. It's too crazy, and yet too similar to LA. I don't know, maybe that is part of the draw.
I got out 4 years ago. I hit 21 and I was gone. Went to Tennessee. Always felt like more of a country boy than I did a city boy. So, I lit out and tried to find my way in the big bad world. Can't believe I left sometimes though. Can't believe I left Mack and Cass alone to deal with that fucking pig we called a father.
I hope the day I left is burned into that sonofabitches memory for ever. I think he believed me. I think he really believed that if I ever found out he'd hit my sisters, I would kill him. The look in his eyes told me he knew I was serious. I was able to fight back then. Finally became a man after playing football and being a ranch hand for money during the summers, just to get away.
But at night, I feel like a failure for leaving Cass alone with the man who called himself our father. I can't even think about it without getting sick to my stomache. Mack was already gone by then. Hell, I put off going to college for a whole year just to try and find her. I know Cass never stopped lookin for her. Always wishin' she'd come home. What I wouldn't give to see Mack again....don't even know if I'd recognize her...last time I saw her I was 18...she was just a scrawny little kid of 15...at least to me.
Sometimes, I wonder if the reason I identfied more with the cowboys I spent my summers with was because growing up I had the most redneck family in LA.
I hate to admit how like my old man I can be. Quick tempered, bad drunk sometimes. And connin'. I can con anyone. In college, I was the man who could get you anything. You needed it, you called TJ. man. People liked me, even my teachers liked me. But I couldn't keep my grades with all the scams I was running, so I left. Ended up in Tennessee. Found a ranch I could work. really liked working out side, riding horses, man. That was the life.
Then that frantic call from mom. Cass was in Florida and wasn't coming home. And no one knew why. She wasn't going to lose Cass like she lost Mack. Course the old man didn't give a rats ass, so it was up to me to go see what she was up too. And now I am in Florida. Not a horse in sight.
I won't leave till I find out why Cass won't go home. Or come live with me.
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I got out 4 years ago. I hit 21 and I was gone. Went to Tennessee. Always felt like more of a country boy than I did a city boy. So, I lit out and tried to find my way in the big bad world. Can't believe I left sometimes though. Can't believe I left Mack and Cass alone to deal with that fucking pig we called a father.
I hope the day I left is burned into that sonofabitches memory for ever. I think he believed me. I think he really believed that if I ever found out he'd hit my sisters, I would kill him. The look in his eyes told me he knew I was serious. I was able to fight back then. Finally became a man after playing football and being a ranch hand for money during the summers, just to get away.
But at night, I feel like a failure for leaving Cass alone with the man who called himself our father. I can't even think about it without getting sick to my stomache. Mack was already gone by then. Hell, I put off going to college for a whole year just to try and find her. I know Cass never stopped lookin for her. Always wishin' she'd come home. What I wouldn't give to see Mack again....don't even know if I'd recognize her...last time I saw her I was 18...she was just a scrawny little kid of 15...at least to me.
Sometimes, I wonder if the reason I identfied more with the cowboys I spent my summers with was because growing up I had the most redneck family in LA.
I hate to admit how like my old man I can be. Quick tempered, bad drunk sometimes. And connin'. I can con anyone. In college, I was the man who could get you anything. You needed it, you called TJ. man. People liked me, even my teachers liked me. But I couldn't keep my grades with all the scams I was running, so I left. Ended up in Tennessee. Found a ranch I could work. really liked working out side, riding horses, man. That was the life.
Then that frantic call from mom. Cass was in Florida and wasn't coming home. And no one knew why. She wasn't going to lose Cass like she lost Mack. Course the old man didn't give a rats ass, so it was up to me to go see what she was up too. And now I am in Florida. Not a horse in sight.
I won't leave till I find out why Cass won't go home. Or come live with me.
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