Story

 

Poor Spock, he never saw the flower explosion, and was forced with emotions. I took this screen shot years ago. I still have no idea why.

If you think I'm done spilling secrets and deeds about my life, you'd be dead wrong. I have only just begun.

Rolling back to my youth, growing up in Winnipeg, Manitoba fairly poor. That is, until my father passed away in 1987. Imagine going from 0$ to $100,000 within a few months. My father's life insurance was a Gods send. Out of it, I was given $5K and I was tremendously grateful for it. I pissed it away on taxes, repairing my old truck, and rent back-pay to my mother and step dad. I also bought a printer, which I used to create a resume. 
My father was an alcoholic, and had died on August 3, 1987 from a burst vein in his stomach which caused a heart attack. The man was over weight and his cholesterol was out of control. The alcohol consumption had taken it's toll over the years. He went from a very active man to a shell of himself.

And on that fateful day, I was working as a dishwasher at a restaurant in Winnipeg. I remember getting a phone call from my mother. She didn't seem so bothered about him being at deaths door. 

Furthermore, if she was laughing, I wasn't able to detect it.

They didn't get along.

And you know what? I can't blame her. He weaseled out of the $100 a month alimony payments and usually just tossed 40-50$ a month. And let me tell you: Being on public welfare sucks. 

I was 17, working a shit job. and, after my dad died, things would just get worse for me.

My mother would meet another abusive man named Bert. They would buy a trailer in Winnipeg, where she lives, to this day. The man's violence streak was contemptable. 

One year, after refusing to let me drive them home from the bar, we ended up getting into a car accident - which he promptly ran from. Months later, he was charged with the DUI and sentenced to 6 months in jail.

Oh what a time to be alive. I think my mother was jubilant with happiness back then. Just loving it. Milner Ridge. What a hell hole. This minimum-security provincial prison is located in the most awful, rural part of Manitoba. 

And when you get there, holy crap, it's awful.

It changed Bert. When he returned his awful attitude was back in action. It didn't take long for the drinking to resume. Let's just say a lot of alcohol was drank during those next few months after he came back. 

And now, in 2026, I still remember these events. With dread.

And good riddance to those awful memories.