I was so overjoyed to see Rosa out and about after lunch today. We were sitting down at the shopping center with the threat of thunderstorms on the way. A person who wrote me who reads the blog says I am codependent with my friends. Maybe I am, but it is a good codependent. I wanted to reply that they were a surly old judgmental cow. lol
"Are you still carrying around that drunk every night?" Rosa asks as she sits smoking a cigarette.
I was so glad to see her feeling her old self. Rosa hates George.
"Can you believe George's mother, Mrs. Jones, is paying me $20 dollars a night to do it?" I say.
"You're shitting me!" Rosa exclaims. "That is a hundred dollars a week!"
"She inherited some money from a relative that passed away," I reply. "That is how she could afford to buy George that new Buick."
"Money seems to fall off trees for you," Rosa says.
"I know," I reply. "I am pretty lucky, aren't I?"
Rosa and I then broke into a discussion about homelessness since we have both experienced it. I was telling her about the homeless guy and his recent forays into getting a home.
"He always blames everything and everyone else for his homelessness," I say.
"Well, from what you have told me that guy is a total idiot," Rosa replies.
"Oh, he is brilliantly smart," I reply. "He knows how to play the system to his advantage. He doesn't have to work. He gets three meals a day and shelter. Every time he decides he is tired of the streets he eventually manages to find a home."
"He is homeless by choice then," Rosa says.
"Exactly," I reply.
"What kept you homeless?" I then ask Rosa.
"The drugging," she replied. "Paying rent ate into my crack money and crack was more important. When I got clean and moved down here to get away from my old using buddies, I immediately found a place to stay."
"Same for me," I reply. "I was more interested in drinking copious amounts of beer all day and not taking my medications. I was crazy when I was homeless. When I sobered up my parents gave me a home."
"Do you realize how lucky you are that your father bought you a house?" Rosa says.
"Yeah," I reply. "But I do have to pay a price for it. Dad can be so overbearing."
"You are a Saint for putting up with him," Rosa says. "I would have told him to stick it where the sun don't shine."
I laughed. Rosa doesn't take shit off of anybody.
"Well, let me go get my haircut," I reply.
"Drive by the house afterwards," Rosa says. "I want to see how it looks."
I told Rosa I would and walked on home to get my car. If you have read for a long time then you know one of my biggest phobias is going to the get my hair cut and styled. Wish me luck!