Insult to Injury (Part III)

Then, when I returned to town, hitting bottom, unable to live elsewhere, further than a ten mile radius from Mom or Daddy, with my pockets empty but my heart full of bygones past(no room for auld lang syne) I’d go to the bar and find all those old long-lost friends would turn up at the Lost & Found  in time to buy me a whiskey-sour where the bartender and owner, Andy, would use a blender, losing the strainer in the act of pouring my drink into a wineglass, making the moment that much more

spectacular.  

 

They would remember the times when they had no one, nowhere to go,

or no ride home, and give me that extra dollar for the bus because I had always been

there for them.   

 

They’d remember the times I paid for their re-hab and thank me (even though I helped them get there) and in utter gratitude they would offer me forty dollars on one of those extended nights,

or maybe buy a few microwave meals before dropping me off, giving me the last of their whiskey

as I exited the car with a half a*s hug and enough change in my pocket to get a coke from the vending machine. 

 

Or maybe, they’d offer that extra room where they kept their bud plants, computer carcasses, dog sofas and pet beds, their clothing that no longer fit on retail racks, the bar bells in the corner and leather ripped bench for lifting weights abandoned in the middle of the room, they’d give me one of their mother’s crotched afghans, a pillow that Rufus hadn’t chewed, promising a breakfast when I awoke, either at Maxwell’s in Venice or right off the stove, because for once they were happy to do something for someone else, someone like me.

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I have just read all three...your writing is addictive..you have a cynical comic outlook that although I should feel for your predicament, had me smiling like a cheshire cat..hoping (wiping off the smile) that things have looked up for you..with sounding condesending :)

[Ron]

Who said prisons needed walls? Who said Hell needed pits of flame? Who said the insane needed asylums? Read the Lola's life for the greatest "Wake Up" call.

[Lola Nation]

Emily are you trying to tell me that there shouldn't be a part 4?

[Emily B]

sometimes we have to host a pity party, because we get to a place where it's either that or implode

the trick is knowing when to get our s**t together and move on along