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I sat back in my chair and raised the beer to my mouth. Taking a large gulp as it occurred to me that quite possibly there was more to the story than I could see.

“So how did you all become family?” I ask, taking several more large gulps of beer.

Rosie leans forward and lights a smoke, her eyes grow steely. “I was put out to flatback by my father once I reached puberty.” She replied. “I was so young I didn’t even know it was wrong” she continued. “I really truly thought that all women’s work included lying down for strangers for money and I couldn’t figure out why some people had to go to school while I got to sleep all day.”

She turned to look at me and I realized that my mouth was hanging open when her face flared in anger

“You don’t get to judge me…I’m just telling you the way it was!” she barked.

“sor…sorry….I didn’t mean to offend you…I guess I’m just reacting cos I thought I had it bad” I replied

“oh ya Baby, yer life musta been soooo very hard living in a house with yer brother and sister and both parents…poor little girl cos her daddy’s a cop!” Rose sing songed.

“how’d you know that?” I startled.

“oh…from Robert he knows all that he needs to know and more!”

I turned to look at WonderWoman who was turned away from me and looking out over the floor below us. I realized she was watching the rest of ‘us’ down on the lower level and Boomer coming up the stairs towards us. “You don’t get to know my past little girl…do you have any idea what we’ve been through to get here?”

“hush now” Rosie turned to face her…”she doesn’t know and won’t till Robert wants her to!”

“know what?” I asked

“why yer here” WonderWoman replies…”now shut up, here comes Boomer.”

I looked up as Boomer walked across the floor towards us…”hey Baby girl…come play some pinball with me…let me whoop yer ass at PacMan!”

Grateful for the distraction, even if it involved getting close to Boomer and his fetid breath, I got up and followed him around the walk way of doors towards the particular pinball game he was looking for.

“Boomer?” I asked

“Hmmm?” was the reply as he turned and looked back at me

“what the fuck have you got me into? Who are these people? And what’s with all the doors? Where do they lead?”

“I don’t know why you think there’s something up Baby…this is yer birthday present girl…just enjoy it” he laughed as he turned back towards his destination.

“oh” I snarked “so you don’t think it’s odd that I’m being held virtually captive by a gang of misfits and thugs and that nobody, not one fucking person, not even you who is supposed to be my god damn friend will tell me what’s going on?”

“Baby..you ask too many questions” Boomer replied as we reached the 2nd floor bar, “you need to get back to goin with the flow” He stopped and ordered 4 shots of tequila, 2 with lime and 2 poppers. “One each” he said, as he nodded towards the drinks on the bar” “it’s Happy birthday to you and outta a jam for me.”

“what’s that supposed to mean? I asked again as I reached for the shots.

“due time, due time Baby…..just drink up” came the reply yet again.

“In for a penny, in for a pound” I thought as I flipped back the popper followed closely by the shot and then the lime…”if I’m gonna be in the dark…I may just as well have some fun there!”

I think I may have figured it out

I think the reason
that the job is “hurting” me so much
is cos of the constant negativity

cos it’s exactly the same shit
as I have to live with
day in day out
in caregiving for the VOD

case in point….

last night I asked
“what do we have to do tomorrow?”
she says
“go pay for the car insurance”
I says
“but we’re ok till the end of Feb”
she says
“actually it expired at the end of Dec”
I says
“but we talked about this last week
and you told me that you’d checked and it was good
till Feb 29″
she says
“no I didn’t”

I’ve only been saying for a year
that I want her to give me the damn bill
when it comes in
cos I’m the one driving the damn thing….
but no

so I’ve been an unisured driver
since Jan 1
gak!

so we go
but as we leave I tell her we need gas
“well can’t you get it later” she says
“I don’t think so” says I
she says “the gas indicator reads 1/4 tank”
I says “Ma…I keep tellin you it’s been broken for a year”
she says “well I don’t want you driving all over creation
without insurance”
“it’s on the way” I says as I’m thinkin
“why is today different than yesterday?”
she goes into hyper drive
about me not listening
to her needs
and I pass by the gas station on the way
to the insurance place
where she decides I can’t come in
she wants to do it on her own

she comes back to the car
some 20 min later
and says
“I lied to them…..
I told them you don’t drive the car”

I say “but mom…you don’t drive the car
I’m the only person that drives it now
which is why I wanted to pay for the insurance
in the first damn place!”

I take a couple of deep breaths
and ask where she wants to go to now?
“grocery store” she says
“ok” says I “there’s one right across the parking lot”

“I don’t like that one” she says
“ok” says I “which one?”
“the one out by our house” she says
“the one we share a parking lot with?” says I
“no the other one” she says
“the one that is exactly the same store
as the one across the parking lot here?” says I
“it’s not the same” she says
“it’s ugly”

so we go to the grocery store
and while we are in the parking lot
she announces she needs to go to the bank
“which bank?”
the one 20 min away in the same parking lot
that the insurance company and
the ugly grocery store is in
so we turn around and go back
and once she’s done that
we go back to the non ugly grocery store
where she walks around for half an hour
and comes out with a trashy magazine
as we get in the car I ask
“can we go home now?”
she says no….she needs to go to the liquor store
it’s on the way home
I start the car…
pull outta the parking spot
into the middle of the lot
and the car dies
outta gas

*sigh*
I walk across the street
to a gas station
and ask to borrow a gas can
they don’t have one you can borrow
do you have one I can rent?
“no
but I can sell you one
2.5 litre bottle for 12.00″ she says
“are you outta yer mind?” I ask
but what choice do I have?
so I buy the can
then I remember that the gas laws in this province
changed yesterday
so I ask…”do I have to prepay or can I use Fast Pay at the pump”
“we don’t do Fast Pay” she says
“well then what’s that 3 foot fucking sign
out there that says Fast Pay for?” I ask

“oh” she says

I get the gas…and take it back and put it in the VOD mobile
and then I go back over to the pumps
and buy a tank fulla gas
by which point I’m raving like the lunatic I am

“we should go home” the VOD says
“before you kill something”

ya
right….