• I cried. I begged. Begged to who? no one in-peticular..just to the air. Or to myself. It'd been about two weeks since I did acid, but my mind was still ********. How? Sometimes I wonder that too. These days I believe, it was only because "I was just that special".
    Anyways, thanks giving was coming up, and I was in the car with my father. He got this phone call on the way back form church
    "Uh huh...okay man..I dont know"
    "Dad who is it"
    "Sure I'll think about it"
    "Uhm...DAAAD?"
    He finally hung up only to say "Sorry, what?"
    "I asked who was calling you?"
    "Oh..." he said looking straight ahead.."It was Kris"
    "Kris?" I couldnt believe it! Theres a name I'd hadnt heard in quite some time...
    Ya see, Kris got married to this woman named Angela. I swear, the woman become like a second mother to me. Only, she up and left with this dude without hardly saying a word...
    Angela was one of those people who could completely ******** me over, and yet..I just couldnt get mad at her. I just didnt have it in me to think poorly of her at all..I mean s**t...I'm a hell of a mess. I'd leave me too.
    "What did he want dad?"
    "Oh uh..he invited us to thanks giving, I guess Angela wanted to see you and..."
    "So are we going?"
    "Yea...I mean yea..do you want to?"
    I almost thought "do you want to" was the single dumbest question anyones ever asked me in my life.
    "Of course I do!!!!"
    And so it was...
    Thanks giving morning me and my best friend Keely were watching "Halloween". The original (duh), only, the irony about holidays in my house is theres this rule. The only and # 1 rule that seems to follow us every stupid year. Holidays must be complete, and udder hell. I mean a literal war-zone, battle field scene from hell.
    "******** YOU SANDY"
    "GO TO HELL JIM HOW DARE YOU! HOW DAAARREE YOU!!"
    OH Yes indeed, my parents were at it again.
    "Happy thanks giving, folks" I muttered to myself.
    It didnt matter at all that Keely was around...the thing about my parnets..especially my mother, is that they lack a sense of embarressment...and a sense of whats publicly and socially proper to do in front of others.
    the more i listened to it, the more I felt like a scientist oberving a animal...understanding how, but not quite why.