I’ll Take Mine Extra Syrupy, Thank You!

This morning started off with a thirst that desired more than water.  I called my father and had him put my Cokes on the back porch.  I also looked in my wallet to see if I had enough cash to get a few things at the convenience store. “Have you got enough to eat?” my father asked me as I stood on their back porch.  “I’m fine,” I replied. “I am more thirsty than anything.” I thought the question was odd.  Dad acted like Kroger would be closed tonight, but I looked online and it says they are open and only closed on one day a year and that is Christmas day.  He must have some kind of social engagement keeping him from going shopping. “I’ll bring you something to eat late this afternoon,” my father told me which compounded my confusion. Well, I stopped by the Circle K and their fountain drinks were messed up making the drinks almost too sweet and syrupy.  I bought a 32oz. cup of Sobe citrus, but it was almost too sweet to drink.  I was so very disappointed.  My consolation prize was some vinegar and salt potato chips and a couple of packages of Lance’s cheese on wheat crackers.  Retro-Gaming Galore… I asked my father this morning if he knew where my Nintendo GameCube was.  I had brought it over to my parent’s house a few years ago so my nieces could play it.  Dad acted like he didn’t know what I was talking about. “Two years later is a little late to be worried about it,” my father said. ...

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - September 1, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs