stories...

So I tell my mother that I want to get las barajas read because I have this curiousity that wont let up... and I tell her that I think its because when I used to live in Margarita her friend used to read el tabaco... I was six so I dont know how I remember this so vividly. Well my mother confesses to me that she used to get her cards read around my age and that she stopped believing in it but that a lot of things that they told her became true.. Crazy. But as we are sharing stories the wildest of them all is the one of the day I was born.

She tells me that the night I was born there was a huge storm in DR and she got into a head on car crash with a truck and that all she remembers is the crash. That she was unconscious and woke up with bruices... She tells me that the car crash was so horrible that she doesn't know how either of us survived.

That got me thinking about my life, and the impact I've made on those around me... how would this world be without me? hmmm... and how will it be once I'm gone.

Dig it.