Coy’s Story
Finally, a blog worth reading. For my first entry, I was puzzled as to what to write about. I wanted it to be about something exciting, so my love life was out. Perhaps it could be about some great adventure I had, but midnight trips to Walmart, while amusing, cannot really be considered adventurous. I started to get depressed for leading such a miserable life, and was grasping for a feel-good story to lift my spirits. My mind was ignited and, as my thoughts began racing, I thought about my friend Coy Orange.
I first met Coy a few years ago through a mutual friend. I knew that he was a runner who recently began coaching runners. I also knew he had a somewhat troubled past, but who doesn’t these days? Intrigued I called my friend Coy and asked him to meet me for a cup of coffee at a coffee shop whose name I won’t mention because, frankly, they don’t need any more advertising. His story couldn’t be all that bad, right? Wrong. Dead wrong. Continue reading