I blame the Tea Baggers

The night was brief, awakened by a screeching voice that would have rivaled the death throes of an animal before it is dragged down by a cheetah or alligator. “I can’t breathe, I need an inhaler” “ I can’t go to the hospital, they won’t do anything, I have a refill, should I call wallgreens?” I was in deep sleep, the DA shakes me, hit me are, repeats the screeching, I vaguely nod my head, she runs off to make the call and I strain to hear if she is calling a pharmacy, or someone with whom she has made a deal crack for the inhaler. Good Stuff Bingo !
More shrieking, arm punching, I flinch and the DA almost falls off the bed, I laugh, she yells, enter logic “Hey baby, you saw me go to bed early” & I was thinking to myself “watch the 7 yr old logic come out”
“it’s an emergency, I can’t breathe” thus it is so
I didn’t take it seriously because, well if you smoke crack or 3 packs of cigarettes a day, your lungs are bound to take issue with your body. But I don’t carry money anymore and my credit limit is at its very thinnest and she continued to scream, 3:30 we make it to the drug store, the strip club next door long abandoned. She basically told me to get the hell out of her house, recanted later, but the writing is on the wall
I try to sleep and she continues to bitch until she finds the printout of yesterdays musings, she cries, she self emulates, I never quite go to sleep and I try to brush the cat, who long ago abandoned me, I feed the gosh darn thing and he cries to me every time I move, she raised him first, and it is funny, if the DA had stayed out of Jail, when Kitty got evicted he could have moved in with her until I found a place, I’d miss him, but I need to take care of myself, btw I am 11% less a fat men, more time with the kitty, clean my room, clean my gear, yardwork, (but its raining, do it later) yawn, 2 more hrs at work, and the paperwork never ceases, but my interest does
F’ing tea baggers