So, one of my Make Believe Friends asks if I'm interested in seeing Queen. Thought about it, why not. Tix were cheap, nosebleeds, but cheap. A week after Iron Maiden no less. So, ok.
We hang for a bit, had some catching up. Go to our seats, WAY the fuck up, corner. Lo and behold, an usher comes behind us, upgrading the people. I turn around and say "hey, we won't say no." Lo and behold, 10th row, side stage!!!!!! NIIIIIIICE. See pix.
Had a blast! Turns out a couple of our peeps were there as well. We were VERY fortunate to have gotten the upgrade.
But WAIT, it got better!
I'm heading home, who do I see?????
STONEY! (this was after midnight), WITH HIS JUNKIE FELON FRIEND.
Amazing.
Hadn't gone to a meeting in weeks, no outpatient. When pressed, "I needed someone to talk to." Right.
Told him he needs to
1)attend outpatient, receipt of co-pay on the fridge.
2)attend na/aa/za, whatever, have a signature attesting to attendance.
3)launder the bags of shit in his room
4)pay rent, on time. 8:01=homeless.
I'm done.
Turning out just like his useless mother.
(meanwhile, remember Cathy calling to ask if it was ok to.....and my answer: make it contingent on his attending outpatient/aa? what did THAT twat do? Took him shopping and SUGGESTED. Another useless twat).
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Thursday, July 13, 2017
Home Stretch
June 20, Cunt kills itself, thereby relieving earth of Its presence.
June 24, Father's Day.
July 8, wedding anniv.
July 13, Stoney's Birthday.
And here we are.
Stupid humid, no a/c. Why? Did Cunt ever contribute? Did Stoney ever lift a finger? Now, he lies in a filthy room, bags of dirty laundry, barely able to keep an hourly job-after losing three others. Just like mommy.
Went to do his laundry yesterday, I come upon him as I went to pick mine up. He's standing outside, smoking a cig. Someone stole his laundry. Wouldn't have happened if he'd stayed with his laundry, if he'd put in the footwork. Just like mommy.
Spoke with Aunt Cathy. She was aware of some of his shit, but agrees, this ain't gonna end well. He's not going to meeting, not going to outpatient, hasn't changed his behavior.
Happy birthday.
Bottom line, the troublesome part of the year is almost passed.
June 24, Father's Day.
July 8, wedding anniv.
July 13, Stoney's Birthday.
And here we are.
Stupid humid, no a/c. Why? Did Cunt ever contribute? Did Stoney ever lift a finger? Now, he lies in a filthy room, bags of dirty laundry, barely able to keep an hourly job-after losing three others. Just like mommy.
Went to do his laundry yesterday, I come upon him as I went to pick mine up. He's standing outside, smoking a cig. Someone stole his laundry. Wouldn't have happened if he'd stayed with his laundry, if he'd put in the footwork. Just like mommy.
Spoke with Aunt Cathy. She was aware of some of his shit, but agrees, this ain't gonna end well. He's not going to meeting, not going to outpatient, hasn't changed his behavior.
Happy birthday.
Bottom line, the troublesome part of the year is almost passed.
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