When Chris [shlepcar] moved into my house in 1988, he had a roommate named Willard. HE WAS A BIG WHITE RAT! Willard cured my wife of snooping. She was snooping in Christopher's room when Willard decided to say hello. Anyhoo, her SCREAM was heard for blocks. It also scared the hell out of Willard, who responded by tearing newspapers in strips, covering the whole room so He could hide.
Getting home from work, she said to me, “I'm not coming downstairs until that “thing” is gone!”
“That ain't gonna happen,” I said. “You been snoopin again!” The rat stayed and she didn't snoop for a while!
After losing the re-inking business, we experienced some hard times.
Chris soon got his own place, before he decided to move to California. I don't think he asked, but I opined that I hoped he wouldn't settle in Southern California. My second opinion was he should try and find a place in the Sierra-Nevadas, although there ain't much work to be found. Then the earthquake came and they were gone, with the hope they would be able to get jobs. There would be a big cleanup, rebuilding.
Meanwhile, we would start to get back to living like everyone else. I would get a job and wife would find a job. I won't ask for help. I sold all my toys, my bike and 57 Chevy, to which I kick my dumb ass to this day. I couldn't see what was comin' at me- I would be stabbed in the back and “gut shot” by who I thought would never do me wrong. To this day I won't use the words TRUST OR LOVE! These words are MYTHS used for dummies like I was!!I took care of my kids. We survived! She took up with a sleazeball. She waited for a weekend I would be gone. But that's another story.
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