Episode III: The Revenge of Jermaine…

Dad got caught by Jermaine tonight. I laughed and laughed. I could hear Jermaine asking my father a hundred questions as I headed down the frozen food aisle.  I was chuckling loudly as I got this week’s allotment of pepperoni pizza Hot Pockets out of the cooler and stuck them in my buggy. “Well, I’ll be damned. I got caught this week,” my father said when we were walking to my car. My father was playing devil’s advocate last week. “Shit!” “He is best described as a pest,” my father added. I laughed good heartedly. My old high school sweetheart works in the Pharmacy at Kroger and she says Jermaine sends them running as well. She says she avoids him like the plague. “He was quibbling over a $2.50 copay the other night,” Leslie told me. I don’t mean to pile on or be mean spirited towards Jermaine. I just find this an interesting part of my life at the moment. A Journey to the Town that Beholds Jesus’ Favorite Football Team… Mom called last night and got up another trip to Auburn and the bookstore. We decided to eat at Jim Bob’s chicken fingers once again. I am just glad we are going and look forward to it very much.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - November 12, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs