Last week I found out Tarzan died– he was either struck by a car or caught an ear infection (I’ve heard different stories). He was such a great dog, stubborn, but still great. There have only been two dogs that have left a lasting impression in my life: Tarzan and Jonas. Jonas was a miniature Schnauzer I used to own when I lived in Colombia for a year. He was the only reason I stayed ´cos his mom,Tita who was partially mine, was pregnant and my sister and I were really anxious about keeping a puppy. My dads girlfriend told us we had to stay with her in order for us to keep one, so we did. After the year was over we were ready to return to the U.S. with Jonas but my dads girlfriend didn’t allow us. She wanted him. Anyway, about two or three years ago she gave him away and he now lives in a village that’s too far away, so I’ve been told. I want to try and get him back. I sort of have a way of finding out where he is ´cos I know a relative of Jonas’ new family but there is some tension between us due to an incident that happened between her mom and my dads girlfriend.
I miss those dogs.
Another tragedy happened this month– my half-brother passed away a few days ago, he was in his early 30s. I haven´t seen him since I was a toddler so I don’t remember anything about him. I really regret not going to Ecuador to visit him. He was sick, not sure what sickness he had but I know it was hell. He couldn’t move, speak, eat (he was tube fed), and his mind was blank.
I still need to call my grandma.
I went to see Kurt Vile w/ Beach Fossils and two other cool bands last week. They were all amazing.
The youngest of my three older brothers unexpectedly moved back to New York on Thursday. I’m so unbelievably jealous.