This afternoon found me aimlessly occupying the bench next to the dollar store. Rosa was with me. She loves to hang out down there and smoke cigarettes. We had just eaten a lunch of tuna sandwiches at Rosa's house.
"This is just like my homeless days, except there are few homeless people," she told me.
"You are forgetting Ferret," I replied.
"He's homeless by choice. He doesn't count," Rosa responded.
I had heard from Clara this morning and was telling Big S about it.
"She has turned her life around," I said. "She is still sober, going to outpatient treatment, and attending A.A. meetings."
"Damn," Big S replied. "That is hard to believe. She was worse than Ferret when it comes to drinking."
"Believe it, my friend," I said.
Now, Rosa has expressed some jealously over my and Clara's relationship. I have to be careful about what I will say. I didn't tell Big S much. He was glad to hear what I did have to say though. The gang forms a close bond with each other -- kind of a poor man's truce. We all look out for each other and help each other.
"Did you and Clara date when we were broken up?" Rosa asked.
"No," was all I said, and I quickly changed the subject.
Ferret was no where to be seen today. Probably sleeping off this morning's early drunk. I could picture him wrapped up in his sleeping bag in his tent in that little clearing in the woods. The thought made me long to go camping.