Today, I came across a video online. At a glance, I confused Travis Tritt with Tracy Byrd. When I read who it was, I laughed to myself – because it’s really not that far off.
This is the county that I used to listen to as I would fall asleep at nap time when I stayed with my grandma before I started school. My grandma always had 97.3 playing. Even when I was too old to take a nap, I spent my summers at my grandparents house. They had a home daycare that she started in order to take care of me after my mom left us. To say the least, the song was an emotional journey to listen to.
Last night, I googled her name. Sometimes I like to do that for the fuck of it. Nothing new ever comes up. She is a private person. There’s not a whole lot to look at but this one site always comes up. Its come background check type site. The site is called www.fastpeoplesearch.com which seems like some fake ass shit to me, but the address information on these seems quite accurate. I’ve google mapped plenty of addresses from that site just to look at old homes.. It’s not the first time I have looked at the site and clicked through names. Last night, I must have clicked too many times because I ended up on C’s name and much to my surprise, his address was listed as one of my best friend’s houses… She has since moved, long ago, but for the first few seconds, that didn’t register. My immediate reaction was, why does he have A’s address on his name? Once I realized the world, in fact, did not revolve around me, I decided that that was one random chain of events. If I had not moved last year, we would live about a block apart. Luckily – I did move.. and then move back, so at least we are like 5 blocks away.
It’s still very strange to me. I decided this was a good sign that I needed to get off the computer and try to go to bed. I couldn’t. So I got back on and emailed her – because I like telling her how weird I am. It’s a tragic flaw of mine… In my quest to be a tragic hero.
