Dad had cooked homemade chili and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. Unfortunately, I had my mind set on other fare. I was over at my parent's to get cokes and cigarettes. Mom keeps a big sack of 20 oz Coca-Colas on her car's backseat and usually keeps two cartons of cigarettes in her closet.
"Do you want your 3 dollars?" mom asked.
Just as I was slipping the money in my pant's pocket, dad poked his head in the door. It was a damn close call and he would have ripped my mother a new one if he saw her giving me money.
Does anyone else see the absurdity in all this? I will be 37 years old in April. I keep reminding myself that I voluntarily gave up the money this last time. I just didn't feel secure in my sobriety. It makes it a less bitter pill to swallow.