12st in Hey, buddy, got a light?

Last night was the first night here at grandma’s. I went to sleep thursday night not knowing for sure if I’d come back in the morning after work, and I didn’t. I mean, I did, but not really.
I got a text from my mom when I was at work that morning saying I shouldn’t come home because my dad was losing it (like all tweekers eventually do) and that he didn’t want me in “his house”.
I was mostly worried for my mom’s safety and told her to get out if it wasn’t safe, and also to move as much packed things of mine as possible, out of the house. I wasn’t there for this particular instance of tweeker crybaby syndrome, but she told me it was bad.
Screaming until he’s hoarse, going from calm and composed one second to screeching with rage the next. It’s a good thing I wasn’t there, I would’ve just laughed and said all the things my mom wont say because she wants to be the bigger person.
I’ve seen some bad tweekers in my time, but damn, choosing to basically live in a garage full of junk and sleeping in a chair, over having your family with you?
While it’s nice to be out from under the roof we shared with some smelly dopefiend who talks a thousand words per second, things aren’t all hunky dory.
A divorce will have to occur at some point, and my mom doesn’t plan to stay in the states for a terribly long time. I’d be ass out if she leave for Oz to live with my sister; grandma would go into asstd. living, and my only chances (ones provided for me) would be if my brother and his wife wanted me to live with them, or if I got a better job and moved in with Jarrod.
I’ll have to get another/better job at some point, it’s kind of unnerving seeing bums now and thinking “That could actually be you.”
I didn’t figure out the damn wifi until this morning, either.
Before I go, I noticed she has a lot of older 80’s models wall clocks. The loud ticking kind.
You might’ve seen them in your doctors office during the 90’s and such.
There’s a Seth Thomas in the bathroom, and there’s an Ingraham above the bed in the room I’m in. They’re loud.

Be good and shit.

Last updated October 12, 2019