Hard truth about life Im not in the mood for but must process as Andrew enters what can best be described as a Bedlam-esque rehab facility - If youre old, sick and broke, 90% of all the people you know will head for the hills; the people charged with caring for you, well, one in five might give two shits about your welfare. If no one has your back, youre screwed; if someone has your back but no bread, youre screwed but not without a fight. Lesson? Well, grabbing all the wealth one can in ones prime damning the torpedoes might seem like a greedy, insensitive, capitalistic pursuit to be looked down upon by ones liberal friends of the oat germ, Pacifica Radio or Death variety, but you know, screw em. When youre 82, with a broken hip and the case worker can have them wheel you to any old flea bag they think your plan can afford, tell me then about the evils of a fat portfolio and bulging bank account. Long story short, its going to be a very interesting, challenging year ahead, and Im not even including my own life in that observation. If Id sold out or kissed a rich relatives ass or worked harder or smarter of had a ruthless bone in my body, Andrew wouldnt be shunted off to some din soaked, rat trap with walkers, wheelchairs and underpaid, overworked caregivers. But hey, I got a pot to piss in, a car that runs, a sense of humor and very little more. I have no love for the man whose sperm I am produced from and dont miss him one trifle but Ill give him one thing; he made it possible for my mom to have some level of comfort in her decline. Anyway, we got to get Andrew up and walking and outta that joint. Then, if need be, once home, if I need to be a part time roomie, so be it. Im not going to lie, I dont want to. Like Andrew, I like waking up in my own bed after not sleeping a wink, but, convenient choices, what I want, working things like his recovery into my social calendar (well, after Sunday, commitment I must keep), these arent questions I can ask now. Do I sound pissed? Stressed? Scared? Well, I could lie, throw a halo on my head and blow smoke but I dont play that with my Mofos. Thats sometimes the only reason the mirror isnt my enemy, especially when I need a shave. Weekends here. Lets get it. -n.s.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 01:51:37 +0000
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