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kyoko and I with shell-shocked eyes... ~ 2000-11-06 - 04:15:51 I am all slow, sleepy eyes and lazy smiles. an easy night at kyoko's house, one of my home-base type places. kyoko and I used to work at the same group home. we were on the opening staff of a brand new home for homeless teens in santa cruz. there's no way I can sort through the nightmarish stream of memories that washes through me when I think of that place. I loved that job, I did-- more than any other job I've ever had. I was fired from that job-- badly, wrongly fired-- and at the time it felt like my whole world was falling apart. Now I tend to think it was the best thing that could have happened. I'm still processing the things I had to feel and deal with in my time there. I'm still crying over some of those kids, kids who were my whole life for eight months, and who I never got to say goodbye to. Most of the time I just don't think about it, but every so often it rises up in me again. kyoko quit her job there recently, and together we share moments of shell-shock. we are veterans of something so raw and real that it can't be adequately explained to anyone else.
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