Strange times indeed

This weekend came to a hard reality Friday. The DA gets food stamps and the last two-month it has gone for dope. I know its her card, but I’ve been paying for everything, and she agreed to give me the card, so I showed up and she was supposed to go with me and get the things she can eat, (sans teeth for those without the scorecard), and spend the rest on Dope. Well she stops me and takes the card and promises she will save 100.00 and of course the other person (lets say he goes by the name Shifty) spends the entire 200.00. I go buy some cans of beans, Chile, generic cokes, and a four pack and a bottle of Generic hooch (shades of HS parties). So I was out of it until about 6:00 Saturday and the DA walks to the store and get me 2 40’s of beer and I drink them and go to bed. I have a tremendous need to Piss and the Cat gets up about 1:00am. I am then informed by the DA that she needs $20.00 of there will be windows broken, I’m not gonna do it so I bang the bathroom door in frustration, and I didn’t think I hit it that hard but it caves in the wall where the doorknob is, and at first look what caved in was a prior repair. Not wanting to expose my own stupidity I agree to get the money.

Coming back she runs out and says she needs a ride to a Circle K and I have to wait, F-that, I drop her off and I drive about 5 miles in one direction and drive back. I am surprised I didn’t see more than one car at a time, but I saw a few cyclists and almost hit one when he ran a red light, luckily I was turning or I would have nailed him good, I would not have had time to stop.

I get to the Circle K, see the DA running Take her home and I warn her to not regale me with any stories, I don’t want to know. I sleep until 8:00 am and I discover, with the Cat’s help, that there are no treats, I check the damage on the wall and I wonder if I can find an old sign or a Faux sign that I can screw on to cover the hole. I shop for a few needy items, get my meds and get some Green Chile stew and hash browns and get to work.

A depressed DA calls me and says she needs me and despite I tell her I have no money she cries and says I have to come home. I decline, hour later she panhandled $20.00, her dad called, she feels better. 2 hours she calls and is bummed out, wants me home to get her a lighter, I remember I had a spare lighter for this occasion and she is happy. Hour 4 she calls, her pipe breaks and I caution her she needs to buy two pipes, and I’m not leaving for another 30 minutes. More grief, I finish my assignment and decide I will not be taking any of my equipment home.

Ain’t life grand?