cornelius

dad's selling drugs and has been fucking what he himself refers to as a "border sister" for the last 8 months. my mom says that she finally caught him at his work with this woman who is about 30 years old but looks older cause of the drugs she and her 8 kids are doing. apparently my dad is also doing drugs, and even offered to sell drugs to some neighborhood kids who live around the shack he moved into. granted, my mom has a strong tendency towards exaggeration.

"what kind of drugs?" i asked my mom... she didn't know, just drugs. it's like a bad parody of that liam lynch song... whatever!

now my mom is in divorce mode... my dad's new lady has a husband who just got outta jail, and my dad's guns are missing. i guess dad started taking karate for a reason afterall. mom says he caught her snooping around his shack last night, and that he was so high that she was genuinely scared of him. she's gonna move around her assets and finally, finally file for a legal separation.

i was hungover when i called my mom to wish her a happy mother's day, and she lays this shit on me. i'm not sure about my dad selling drugs, but i know he had before, and shit, i used to every once in a while myself. i am curious about what he is suppossedly selling.

happy fuckin' mother's day. their 25th wedding anniversary was yesterday. so much for my only model of the great american marital inter-culture coupling. it's not like it worked anyway. at this rate i'm never getting married, but if i ever have kids i'm keeping my parents the hell away from them.

on a plesant note, i got some johnny cash vinyl today and some apples in stereo, so now i am going to get high and listen to them before the simpsons comes on. sometimes i wish i was strong enough to cope in a different way, but this is easiest, and it works.

the same piano loops over and over and over.

-bobby