In the last addition I talked about how my Father had left my Mother and myself. I was stunned. My Mother was devastated. For days she was just a person going through the motions. She would go to work. She would come home, go to her room, and cry for a bit. Then she would come out and cook some dinner. The only good thing was I would be at work 3 or 4 nights out of the week, so it gave us some space.
My biggest mistake, I stopped going to school. Oh, don't get me wrong, I would go to school but it was only to get some herb and see if anybody wanted to skip. I had a gas card for Texaco and a Volkswagen, so going anywhere was cheap. If we went to Disney World it was only 5 dollars to get in. If we wanted to go surfing on the East coast we would leave a little earlier, have our boards ready and away we went to catch some waves.
We would travel everywhere. Sometimes we would skip and just go to my house. Remember, Pop had moved out and my Mom was at work. So we would go and get super stoned. Sometimes people would be coming to meet my Father for Gun parts. Unfortunately they would be Sheriff or FBI agents and it would give us a scare, but most of the time it was cool.
Life was pretty wild and scary then. I didn't really know what I was doing. I just wanted to get away from all the heartache. It killed me to see my Mother so depressed. I didn't know what to do. I tried to talk with her but she wouldn't talk. When she wanted to talk I didn't want to talk. We just couldn't get our act together. People would try to talk to me but it did no good. I wouldn't listen. I didn't want to listen.
Mom's health was starting to go downhill. She would come home and you could see how tired she was. The days at work were just getting to be too much for her. Then the doctors said she needed more chemotherapy. Man, that didn't help her at all. She was scared. I was scared. In the next installment the bubble bursts.