The Welcoming Committee…

I talk to Maggie like she understands me. I also talk to myself as well so I guess that means I am certifiable. I was just telling Maggie she needs to come in from the cold.  Temperatures dropped like a rock after that cold front moved through after midnight. Maggie was waiting on me to return from my soda run. The Road More Traveled… I just came from my parent’s house after getting my cigs and sodas.  Mom seemed sort of out of it as I walked down their steps to get some beefaroni from the basement. “Do you want me to take you to the Salon at 1pm?” I asked my mother delicately. She gets a permanent today and it has always bothered me that permanents are not permanent. She said she felt fine and for me to not worry.  She just hadn’t gotten woken up good. Which was very plausible. At least, Rhonda’s Hair Salon is only a half mile from my parent’s house.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 3, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs