Mel Practiced Crazy

Image        My first stepmother was crazy. I say this with through a smile and a grimace, as there is a dichotomy in the practice of crazy. Crazy can really fuck you up and crazy is what makes life worth living. Mel practiced crazy in both realms, fully.

Mel always had an amazingly fast car and she loved to show off her skills. She loved to pull up along side muscle cars at red lights and, through the unspoken language of the revved up engine, challenge them to a race. Few had faster machines or lived in a crazier mindset, so I never saw her lose a challenge. Each contest was met with a car full of kids goading, “Come on Mel, you can do it!” and each victory celebrated with kids bouncing around the backseat, screaming in triumph. The good part of crazy was fun and exciting.

In the mornings Mel would drop me off at school. On occasion, when I felt like she was in the right mood, I would jump out of the car and spur her on with, “Burn rubber Mel!” If the time was right and no cops were in sight, Mel would gladly use the opportunity to turn heads. It didn’t matter that her audience was a band of elementary school kids, they were actually easy to impress. Mel would flash her wicked smile, rev the car into a high frenzy and release the clutch, producing a high plume of white smoke all the way up the street. The resultant fishtail left a thick layer of S-shaped black rubber on the asphalt and a mob of cheering kids on the sidewalk. My status skyrocketed as the crowd gathered and inquired through wide eyes, “Is that your mom?” “Stepmom,” I’d answer coolly, gather my lunchbox and walk to class.

About Kelli K.

The purpose for staring this blog is threefold, one, to push my personal limits a bit and share my story with others, two, hopefully in doing so, to get a clearer understanding of myself and three, to inspire the youth with similar stories to keep going. My story is weird. I’ve seen the response on people’s faces my entire life. I am fairly guarded on what and how I share with people but I have decided I’m too old give a fuck anymore. As I’ve said, my story is weird, but only parts. Many parts are very normal. Hopefully this blog will allow me to introduce myself in a way that reflects my many angles (and curves) and refuses to let you walk away and peg me as, “the girl who did this” or “the girl who did that”.
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2 Responses to Mel Practiced Crazy

  1. Wow! I have to say – the more posts I read here – I think that if anyone could be a pinup for a life far from dull it would be you. Especially like: ‘Crazy can really fuck you up and crazy is what makes life worth living.’

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