Suffering With Krista

I first met her when I was only forty-seven. I was in the clothing store carrying a clipboard when she stormed in. She was wearing an aquamarine pair of trousers, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her toenail, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the clipboard down when she jumped beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the clipboard right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to suffer.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the liquor store for a glass of papaya juice. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the liquor store, I learned that her name was Krista, and that she was a firefighter. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a performer.

I guess it was love at first suffer. Some might say we had charts in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was nine years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still suffering for each other.