And now for something completely different.
The last time I *actually* ever cried was when I was 12. I've been emotionally crippled ever since this incident. When I was 12 I had a dog that I'd had for a very long time. A very lovely Cavalier King Charles' Spaniel called Matilda whom I loved very much. I was playing out the front with her one day when she ran onto the road, chasing a car, dodged it but went smack into the front of another incoming car. The car hit her and she completely buckled under the weight... the cunt driving the car slowed down gave me the finger and drove off. I ran into the road and picked up her limp body feeling her slowly dying in my hands as I ran to the front door of my house... I ran inside and impotently called the vet (this was at 6am on a sunday, so no dice) screaming at the answering machine down the end of the line. I looked down at my dog lying beside the phone in a contorted twisted shape and saw the life fade from her eyes. I sobbed constantly for 8 hours there, my head on her body. I loved her and some pompous wanker in a 4WD had the temerity to take her away from me. That was the last time I cried. Except for now.
(Nolanistic, Sat 16 Apr 2005, 11:00, Reply)