2003-01-15 - 4:39 p.m.

i remember this one time, my brother and i were very young and cindy decided to take us to rhode island to go to the beach. she would always get plastered and meet guys, mind you my father was at work at the time. so she was up at the beach side bar, and stevie and i were parked on the beach 10 feet in front of the bar.

when it was five o'clock and cindy was well inebriated, i started to take down the umbrella, and fold the blanket, and wash the sand off my sandals. sindy decided to take these guys in her car, two guys, and go some place. i saw her driving away. took a right down atlantic avenue. so stevie and i sat at the edge of the parking lot where it met the sand. and sat there, and waited, mind you by young i meant i was like seven and stevie like five.

and we waited and we waited. finally, an hour and a half later she came zipping back in the parking lot smiling and giggling with the two strangers. she looked at me and had such a puzzled look on her face, like i had nothing to be upset about. so she opened the trunk, we packed it all in, and buckled the seat belts. she never said where she was, or what the fuck she was doing.

so i went home and told my father. i remember him being upset and thinking he was crying.

i dont know why i wrote about this, or why it even occurred in my head today but it did.

yet another reason why i hate cindy.