My Split Personality

Hi, my name is Walter Fey. I am a sixty year old retired man, and I live in Rhode Island. My wife's name is Cheryl and we have two grown children. I love giving horseback riding lessons to young, STUPID (whoops, watch out! Here comes Taylor), ANNOYING girls.

Hi, my name is Taylor Crookston. I a am sixteen year old young man. I really need money, and the idea of making twenty dollars in hour is just splendid. I give basic riding lessons (I loathe the term "horseback riding" and have no idea why) to girls around the age of 7 to 9. But here is the thing: when it comes to horses, I am an anal perfectionist. Frankly, I really cannot understand why a girl can't keep her heel down in her stirrup; I instead repeat myself for thirty-five minutes straight. And outwardly I am having the time of my life, smiling and of course following my critiques always comes some positive reinforcement. Inwardly, however, I morph into Walter- and yes, he is cousins with Tina. Walter loves little girls and never loses his patience. Occasionally he will get distracted thinking about his oldest son, Mark. They don't get along very well, mostly because Walter is devout Catholic and Mark married a Buddhist...


Mhmm, I know I have problems, but this is how I remain patient with my girls and I have to say they are improving greatly. My shy girl will even say hi to me now. We are just growing in leaps and bounds.

My BooBoo

I am going to write because I feel like it. It isn’t a deep part of who I am [writing] I just want to do it. My life is going to be very different than it ever has been before… very soon. I have owned a horse for over two years. His name is Wrigley, and I have been a slave to this precious animal for as long as he has been mine. We have been an absolute success together and I am extremely proud of everything we have accomplished together. But I am selling him. He has sold. I think it is mutual… he would have sold me too. I was an obnoxious, over-zealous, unpredictable, teenage owner. But he was a passionate, intense, hard-working partner and we worked. We worked HARD. I have never put more of myself into something in my entire life. So I am selling a part of myself to a stranger in Marquette (453 miles/8 hours from Kalamazoo). There are many different reasons why, some legit and some not. Either way it feels like the right thing to do. I am going through with it, not without my qualms either (because I am very nervous) but just because. Is that okay? Wrigs is my friend and my "baby boy" too. But he is going to be good for Kathy and it will be good for me to try new things (and new horses). Anyway, I am going to go ride my booboo. It is going to be a good ride.

And this is only one of many changes taking place...................................... eeek