Teepee Time
I've said many times that the time I spent with Jeremy in our teepee was the best time of my life. I still say that. It wasn't at all just teepee. It was our whole life then. In retrospect it was a lot of just magic. Not only in retrospect, I was very aware of it at the time. We only had each other. All of Jeremy's friends had turned out to be real dicks. No other word. My family had ALL disowned me. Ok. I'll admit that hurt. A Lot. Jami and Jess came for Mom's funeral and didn't say a single word to me. Jeremy had a blow dart gun and we made a target with my family names all over it and I blew off steam and anger shooting at them all. Silly, but it helped. I told Jeremy that I wish I had a teepee and the next day he built one at the back of Barefoot's property. He used 24 foot metal poles, rebar maybe? and he covered then with big canvas sheets, discarded painter's drop cloths that he found. There was a fire pit in the center and we used scrap ...