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A Poor tale…
I think I’ve got a little something to share with you all. A short story of sorts. I’ve been out n’ bout so I’ve picked up on some interesting , sometimes cool rumors. So I thought I’d focus on one I’ve heard a lot about. I think I’ve gotten enough info to at LEAST make up a narrative….
it’s probably true though! HAHAHA
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Unfortunately this happiness was short-lived. On April 7th 1985 disaster struck her father’s work place. During a promotional tour of one of the corporation's new shipping facilities, a defective cable on a gantry crane snapped. The cable, being under immense tension, came loose and injured four men, and cut two men in half, one of them being Deko-Chan’s father. The incident was investigated, extensively in the end it was ruled a “highly misfortunate accident”. Deko was 8 years old at the time. The news struck the remaining family heavily.
Thankfully the family was in good hands. A strange predicament of the two spouses, neither of them had any immediate family. Deko’s mother had been disowned by their family and hadn’t been in contact since she was 18. The father had been raised alone with his mother who had passed away due to lung cancer recently, because of this her father’s work hadn’t been in vain. It was only natural that the remaining family would be well taken care of by her late father’s hard work. Along with financial stability, the young Deko would receive an expensive scholarship to a good private school, and eventually a chance at an impressive University.
In highschool, Deko would begin to deteriorate into an emotionally distant individual, struggling to move past her father’s death, and the worsening relationship with her depressed mother. Her sociability had been stunted in middle school. She would start anew in this blooming social environment. She went from social outcast, to becoming an extroverted character, she began to seek comfort in others, often she would act out, performative socializing. Whatever she could do to find herself at the center of attention in any group of individuals. The constant search for validation was far more favorable to her, and her grades would slowly take notice. She wasn’t completely oblivious to her academic performance. Shamefully enough she knew her very well. She placed her future solely on it, taking her college to her next social playground.
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No one truly knew her name…
I will tell you the story of an urban legend in the large city of Sequoia. No one knew her name, but she was referred to by many as “Deko-Chan” , an alias of sorts. Despite no one knowing her real name, her appearance was unmistakable. Curly brown hair, slicked back often smelling like chlorine. Her sun kissed skin welcomed any passersby to stare and gawk at her natural beauty.If there was a party, get together, rave or shindig, you would surely catch a glimpse of her. She was a genuine party animal, a guest of honor that no one needed to invite.
As lively as this lavish lifestyle sounds, it would eventually grind that woman down to a stump…
Born October 19th 1977. She was an only child with a loving mother, and a hard working father. Her father worked his way through a local construction company, eventually soaring through the corporate ladder, finding himself in a very successful logistics corporation. Her mother stayed at home raising the newborn, through much of her early life. Her father, despite his busy work life, did his best to be present in her life. After some time in the company he was able to take a more leisurely position, finally being able to be a part of his beloved daughter's life. Their life was a happy quiet one, lived in the calm south side of town. Life was going quite well with the couple. Friends of the family only had thoughtful words about the trio.
In her last years of highschool unbeknownst to Deko, her mother would slowly succumb to a growing mental illness. This would begin to deteriorate the relationship with her mother. She had only been in college for roughly a year before the full extent of the illness was diagnosed. Her mother would become irrational, nonsensical, and at times violent. This would continually escalate, until a few months later, when her mother assaulted their next door neighbor. Police on the scene were able to deescalate the situation, but without harm being done to the victim. Her mother would be taken into police custody. The court would rule her insane. At 19 years old Deko would be faced with a difficult choice. Her mother would be admitted to a psych ward. This would be the last time the two would see each other.
She soon would be known in the party scene by many. Her family home became the host for hundreds of parties years went by in the blink of an eye. Faces came and went, no one ever stayed. The home grew even colder. At 23 the parties suddenly stopped, the young woman had spent every bit of her inheritance on alcohol, and drugs. There was only one thing left to do. Sell the house. Her half hearted attempt at stabilizing her life with the remaining money, saw her living the same lifestyle at a reduced rate. Just like she did before in college, It was too late. She delayed the inevitable, as homelessness slowly crept up on her. She fell to a life of prostitution, as she slowly sold away any value she had left.
Her legacy faded away with the memories of the house parties in 97. Soon she would be forgotten, as she became an urban legend in the town. Every now and then, You may see her, alone at the bar. You might see her in the back alley of a venue enjoying a cigarette.
You would be hard pressed to get much out of the girl, but a brightly forced smile, leaving like a ghost with an empty farewell. “See ya around.”
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WOW!
A bit sad, but who knows maybe it’s just a rumor?
Let’s hope so!!! HAHA
Speaking of partying, I just started writing about a certain club on 15th St that’s closing down… Another sad story but I was able to interview that owner for some interesting words.
I guess the world just isn’t the same with the population crisis… but you would think with the few peeps left, they would be partying their butts off, am I right?!?!
well again…. Seeya around!!
~PEANUT
