Heart of a Virgin, Mind of a Whore

Alright, I had an opportunity to catch a ride with a friend to Reno this weekend to go visit a friend. If I were to be completely honest here, I really wanted to just go see Reno. I hadn't been there since I was nine and I wanted to see if my opinion of it was any different. I remember it being this wannabe Vegas that somehow contracted moldy AIDS so needless to say if there was a possibility of me changing my mind then I would take it. Welp, it was exactly how I remember. This sad depressing town that had only a whisper of joy and laughter. Something probably only created by substances and gambling. While in this casino filled wasteland my friend decided to hit up some slot machines. Now I feel the same about gambling as I do about Reno. I dislike. BUT, I thought maybe I was doing wrong, since I am the personality type that would really like it. So I decided to give it another try. Now correct me if I am wrong but what the hell is the fun in putting a $20 in a slot machine and j

It was not until Roberts memorial that I REALLY knew how much impact he had in other peoples life. As we began the process of grieving and finding the best way to honor his life, these people would pop up out of nowhere. They would offer time, money, songs, prayers, hugs, and memories. I can say I was truly in shock of whom came out of the darkness to speak of Roberts light. We first had his memorial in Redding to invite those whom knew him when he lived in town. There were people that traveled from both north and south to be at his memorial. As we listened to our Pastor try to create the image of actually knowing who Robert was, I thought, this is not all that can be said about him. And then came the personal speeches. My mom went up to speak and she of course had written something heartfelt about the pain of a mother losing her child. She went on to speak about addiction and how serious it became and how even though you can act like you are prepared for a tragedy such as this, your