Red Fog Lady

I had myself an experience last year that affected me to a deep and scary degree and I've been meaning to write about it for some time now but it was not until recently that I was compelled to do so. I met someone.

I KNOW! THAT'S FUCKING TERRIFYING ON IT'S OWN!

But it goes far beyond that. I met someone I'd met before, last year. Not only did I meet her again, I met her in an entirely new light, the likes of which I never thought I'd see her under, nor a light I ever thought I could find anyone else beneath.

Make no mistake, ladies and gents. The girl I'd known not seven months ago was a monster. In fact, as the record has it she was a bonafide villain traipsing out in the world with nary a care for who or what she assaulted. When we'd initially met I thought "good God, please let no other woman be like this" because I do so love women and their diversity but what I saw that day was less of a woman and more of a womonster. I mean, she actively, and fervently thought about the next time she might run into a poor soul to abuse and devour, THAT'S HOW FUCKING MESSED UP THIS CHICK WAS!

I admit, in my own fucked up way, she kinda turned me on, being so free and twisted like a drugged up leaf on the wind that boldly told the wind to do cocaine and the wind FUCKING DID because she had that sway over it. She stayed with us for a good fucking awful spell and then went on her way with her boyfriend called "Cheese" and finally the roommate and I could get to knowing what the word "peace" meant. Quiet too. We re-learned that. It was totally rad. Remember rad? We were that.

When she and her cheddar man left though, I started noticing the environment I was in. It was shit. So shit in fact that these two crazies would leave, but we'll get to that soon.

Cut to January of 2013. This lady comes back into town and says she's stopping by. I shit because I never wanted to see her again, but I figured "fuck it, life's an adventure and at least I can write about whatever happens next some day." But then, she shows up, and I am taken aback. She is calm, courteous, respectful. Regal even. Quite in fact, this fucked up bitch is a legit lady. I am flabbergasted. I am sitting in my room pondering the ways of the world because of this when she bursts in my room saying "Hey Derf, do you mind if I hang out in here with you? This weird dude out there is creeping me out" The weird dude being a guy she wouldn't hesitate to fuck not 6 months ago. I say "sure, me casa su casa" and we sit. We then get into a lengthy discussion over a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps and I am taken way WAY aback.

I understand people do grow and more ore less, change. Maybe for the better, maybe the worst. But they do. At least, I do now. She tells me her tale. We talk for 5 or 6 hours, sharing laughs and smiles and frowns at where we've been, where we are, and where we might end up. I look at this woman who I once hated and suddenly, she changes. She'd been through hell. She'd suffered that of a lesser collective and found a way back to decency. I find myself thinking "God, if I only knew you like this, I would love you so much."

Time wears, we reach our goodbye under the red sky of sickeningly early winter morning. "You're fucking awesome Derf" she says "How are you so fucking awesome?" I look her in the eye and say "It's because I'm not trying to fuck you." She laughs so heartily that I'll never forget the sound. We hug, so tightly that I wished I knew her like this before. I miss her so much in my arms. We lock eyes and I say "Never end up back in this mess, lady" and she replies "I promise I won't, and if I do please hit me upside the head." I agree and wave as she walks into the early morning red mist.

"I love that lady" I think to myself as she fades away into the fog. "I hope I never see her again"

It's both the most selfless and hopeful I have ever been to date.