it's 3am, in small town backwoods nowhere. i'm sitting on the floor. deedee and becky and scattered others are lounged around in various places. a rabbit hops by, sniffs the air, and hops on his way. apparently he has somewhere to be. i think to myself: who has a rabbit running loose in their house??? i glance up at becky. she smiles with an all-knowing grace. i think, "how cool."

a few minutes roll by. could have been an hour. and slowly, slowly, slowly...something appears in the doorway. i think, "someone put some acid in my beer, becasue that's the biggest damn ladybug i've ever seen...."

this creature walks closer, comes into focus. a medium sized box turtle fo the arkansas variety leisurely creeps into the room where we all are. its shell is painted red with spots. it slowly strolls by, apparently also having somewhere to go. i can't take my eyes off of it for the half-hour it takes to walk out of my field of vision. and i again think to myself, "who has a freerange box turtle painted up to look like a ladybug living in their house???" and I remember becky's smile.....

sometimes i really put my self through the wringer just to hang out with becky. but i tell ya if she wasent so shy she could have become a big rap star rag-a-muffins for life helz yeah!
we were just two confused redheads tying to make it in this scary world! yeah me and that ol girl we had some good times...mmmmm bithday cake

ms becky was one of very few beacons of sanity for me in highschool back in smelldorado. we enjoyed many high adventures. for all of our "art" attacks, she was the best getaway driver, except for this one time... (hey, thanks brad - how about making sure the getaway car has GAS in it next time!) she also listened to all our crappy jam sessions - even acted like she enjoyed them :) she once let me stay in the little house for a while while i was homeless. what more could you ask from a freind?? becky - you tha coolest. yay tribe.net for getting use back in touch!

Becky is my mother and father's daughter. I guess that would make us related in some way. (i still haven't figured it out yet.) It is hard for me to tell people that i could be related to Becky because then people will expect me to be as GREAT as her.

becky is one of my best friends ever....she's a considerate,caring,and giving person...i am glad to have her as a friend...i remember drinking robo and getting stuck in her hair for hours...the coolest present she ever gave me was an urn w/ a lock of her beautiful red hair in it....she is the greatest,i will never ever take her friendship for granted...jp