Sherrie Kessler

She is Indiana. I am Mike.  We are the Joneses. 

I don’t get to see her much since she’s engaged and because of her insane schedule. Well, only because of her schedule. It’s sad, really. If I weren’t so disconnected with most feelings, I’d be super sad to see her so seldom. We used to hang out every day and just kick it. I just said "kick it" but I’m already over it before I can finish typing this sentence out. Slang owns. Hanging out and kicking it are synonymous so that was a total waste of 1/8 of an inch of paper. I’m so wasteful. If I hadn’t written that sentence this paper wouldn’t have been made into paper and a tree would still be standing. Let’s all laugh together cause that makes no fucking sense. I think recycling is top notch but when people say "don’t waste paper," I’m like, "this is already paper. We can’t turn it back into a tree." The better thing to say is, "don’t waste paper or you’ll have to go buy more and no one likes spending money on supplies unless it’s on the first day of school with your mom’s credit card." It’s really awesome that I went from talking about Sherrie to paper.

So, about Sherrie. She and I supposedly met at S4 like way back in 2007 but I don’t remember that. I’m bad about remembering people I meet when I'm at bars..for obvious reasons. And it was before my 21^st birthday so I was definitely more drunk than I would be these days. I used to drink myself into oblivion. Even gotten kicked out of S4 once with Reice. I still feel bad and stupid. I should know those damn undercover bitches with ear pieces when I see them skulking around like creepers. Skulking is a good word. Sherrie came to my 21^st birthday party and brought along this girl, Sarah. Sarah Lock. Reice is on video somewhere professing his love for her beautiful blue eyes that night. Sherrie also sang that night. I was amazed. I still am. Her songs are so good. Good is an understatement. Her songs are ones you can relate to and just want to scream at the top of your lungs or cry out when you’re driving home after a long night. I made this ultimatum for her last October. It was a piece of paper that said she had like a month or two to get her shit together and play a show. And it had like 20 of her friends signatures. She never played a show. She’s barely picked up her guitar since she’s gotten into a relationship and that’s not Stephanie’s fault. I’ve seen Stephanie plead with Sherrie and she just won’t do it. Maybe it’s just been so long that she’s nervous, which is understandable. Or maybe she realized it wasn’t what she wanted to do, which is okay. I know that’s not it, though. And if it is, Sherrie is not the Indiana Jones that I am related to. She and I used to drive around in her car and listen to City by Sara and reminisce about traveling the world. We didn’t care how we’d make it, we just would. We’d find odd jobs to make ends meat and maybe have to sleep in our car every once in a while (or a lot) but we’d still be doing something different and life-changing. A risk very few are willing to take. If her and I ever happen to be single again at the same time, which won’t happen, we will do that. I’m making her. Life is short and she of all people know how precious it is. I’m going to tell her that if I die before her she has to sing at my funeral. (that promise ends at 30, though. Reice and I gave "death promises" an expiration date of 30 years old and I'm pushing closer to that dreadful milestone on the daily.)