People Die EveryDay...

 

I remember sitting back with Marion and George on the balcony in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. Wanda, a woman who lived on the 4th floor in the same apartment building as us, was visiting. We were chatting in the living room. "You never know what happens in ones lives" she said. A friend of hers had overdosed and died. It was heroin. 

Fast forward to today. Theresa died, Wanda is dead, so is George and Marion. So is the man Marion used to take care of -  Neil. All gone. Poof.

We take time for granted every day. Just because you lived one day doesn't mean you'll live tomorrow. My useless sack of shit father used to drink until he was oblivious to the world. Truly sad. 

The poisonous relationship I had with my "family" was cemented last year. Instead of supporting me and listening, I was chastised and ridiculed. You know? I leant that useless piece of crap brother of mine $340 to help pay for 1/2 of my so-called mother's door. Do you know what he did with the money? Bought liquor and scratch tickets. I cut ties to these awful people easily.

I used to give my "mother" $300 a month to help pay for bills. No more. Know what she was spending it on? Cigarettes, wine kits, and whiskey. The last time I went "home" to Winnipeg, she had a glass of whiskey with 2 fingers deep on the living room coffee table. 

This was at 9 am in the morning.

And oh yes. She used to torment me with awful music, "You have to listen to this song" she would say, half drunk. Meanwhile, I was struggling to get along after my wife died.

Fuck that.

Good riddance to people who don't respect me nor treat me decently.

Done.

Chris