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Dear Rich
Monday, 22 September 2003
Labor Day, September 3, 2001
Hi sweetheart,

Well another fun day in Hell. I still don?t feel well. I figured I would take the kids to the park anyway. Billy wanted to do some fishing. Before we could leave, David D?s mother came to the door. Some time ago, we were all sitting here one night and heard this crash against our stoop or at the door. Heidi and Billy ran out and, of course, they couldn?t tell who was running away but there was a skateboard out there. So I told them to bring it in. Let the coward who threw it come and claim it, I figured. Billy said it was possible David didn?t know someone took his skateboard but I didn?t care. I?m sick of the knock-and-runs, the prank calls, the rotten kids calling Billy from outside to come on out and get beat up. That was David?s cousin, and I had to call his father to come get the brats.

Anyway, in the meanwhile, Billy took stuff off David?s skateboard and was using it for his own. So David?s mother came over and accused Billy of being a thief. I was mad at Billy and apologized to the bitch and also explained about the pranks and I wanted to hold the skateboard to see who would come get it. ?It?s not that kind of neighborhood,? she says. Yeah. The other kids can leave their stuff lying around and bother us?that?s the kind of neighborhood it is. Great.

And then the bitch proceeds to tell every neighbor she can find about what happened, including Janet.

Fuck them all.

Except for Janet and the neighbors on the corner (who also rent from the Landlords) only one other person ever stopped me to offer condolences and help. Even Phil and Miriam next door kept their distance until I said something to them. And on the opposite corner, where Wanda, her husband and two little girls live, I?ll be SHE is the one who called social services on us that time when Heidi was screaming out of control. These people make me want to puke. The only reason I want to stay is because I feel that you are here. I just wish you?d put your arms around me and hug me. I am so lonely without you.

I have the children. Suicide is not an option.

Posted by blog/imascribbler at 2:02 PM EDT
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