My Favorite Option…

I had been sound asleep all day when the phone rang. It was about 5pm when I was awakened. I went to bed about 6am this morning. “Mrs. Sandra called and can’t go eat Mexican,” my mother said almost solemnly. “I‘m sorry to hear that,” I told my mother. “Go get me and you a barbeque plate from Rodger’s and I will pay you back,” my mother then told me. Well, I hungrily hit the road despite being severely disheveled from being asleep all day.  Mom tried to hand me a $20 dollar bill when I got back to my parent’s house.  I refused telling my mother that supper was on me. Mom was eating her plate when I headed home to eat mine. 

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - July 24, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs