On the weekend my favorite uncle or someone else said something like "So you're an alcoholic?"
And I paused - it was a real certain time for me. I nodded.
It was what you might call a moment.
And they kept drinking and ordering wine and shit and I just sat there sucking water.
But I love the guy. And I thought my confession was sort of meaningful.
He is a coal miner and he earns triple what I do - but he is always ready to help with steps and stairs and gutters and fences and stuff. Like the father I never had - but then, out of the blue, I get to see my father, (should I capitalize the D as in Dad or what?)
Anyway there is he is as we brush past in the bowels of the courthouse - I touch his shoulder with my hand
"What are we doing here?"
And he looked at me. He is just like me in a way.
"I didn't do it?" I says. Cause its the truth.
"Of course you didn't" he says, in a half-smile, half mind-fuck. I remembered I needed to check my blood count genes for his family shit or whatever.
**
Now, things have changed and I went for a 10km walk after we won our court appearance. It was such a satisfying victory - but as we had a coffee, I felt sad and empty and to be fucking honest, ready to get smashed.
**
Thank you for being my friends. Sometimes I cry just reading this shit and it makes me feel so guilty and responsible and back in touch.
And I paused - it was a real certain time for me. I nodded.
It was what you might call a moment.
And they kept drinking and ordering wine and shit and I just sat there sucking water.
But I love the guy. And I thought my confession was sort of meaningful.
He is a coal miner and he earns triple what I do - but he is always ready to help with steps and stairs and gutters and fences and stuff. Like the father I never had - but then, out of the blue, I get to see my father, (should I capitalize the D as in Dad or what?)
Anyway there is he is as we brush past in the bowels of the courthouse - I touch his shoulder with my hand
"What are we doing here?"
And he looked at me. He is just like me in a way.
"I didn't do it?" I says. Cause its the truth.
"Of course you didn't" he says, in a half-smile, half mind-fuck. I remembered I needed to check my blood count genes for his family shit or whatever.
**
Now, things have changed and I went for a 10km walk after we won our court appearance. It was such a satisfying victory - but as we had a coffee, I felt sad and empty and to be fucking honest, ready to get smashed.
**
Thank you for being my friends. Sometimes I cry just reading this shit and it makes me feel so guilty and responsible and back in touch.