Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Cycle
-After first baby she became iron about losing weight. Health club, starvation!
But she kept her warmth! My real saintly sweetie. And I threw body and soul
into the care of baby and her, and hardly slept.
-Second one?
-I’m working all the fuckin time and she bal-fuckin-LOONS after! Piles of chick magazines about the latest fraud diet. Ton of money for psychiatrist as frosting on the mega-calorie cake.
-You shoulda just quit your job.
-Amen! But brains in short supply at the time. Well, lots of times it takes guts
to quit, no?
-Well you got through it! And according to Action News, your kids haven’t
knocked over any liquor stores.
-Wouldn’t put it past the boy. Anyway, that phase was nerves! On ch-chattering
edge because of starving, then binges, etc. Add the PMS always thick in the air,
and Christ! WORLD WAR THREE FOUGHT IN SUBURBAN BUNGALOW
-How’d you get through it all.
-Met a pretty young thing at 7-11.
-Knew that coffee addiction’d do you in!
-Ended up helping her with the rent, uh...
-Typical middle-aged fool knows he’s losing it sexually and...
-otherwise. Accurate on all counts, but exciting enough while it lasted.
-Blowup?
-Not really. She met a guy her own age. Then I became der Papa whose
approval was sought.
-So you kept paying the rent while she pulled the covers over him.
-We all understood I hadda stop the scholarship after a bit.
-Meanwhile, back at the...?
-Wife settles down into chubby matronhood and joins every fuckin
thing you can imagine. Stop-start halfass affair in there, but details
are so embarassing to her, I promised God to shut up about it.
-He already clamped his hands over his ears!
-Anyway, I always help at the beanbag toss for her charitable picnics , three, four times a year.
-That signal another phase?
-The last. Fuckin reaper swings at the bag in the air. Hangs out elsewhere also.
-I feel like crying.
-Don’t. It’s a poetic justice. It’s all poetic justice. The ones sliding
off to the innocent sides are usually simpletons. Any sensitivity at all,
life’s gigantic screw awaits. And I talk about her embarrassment:
mine’s exponential! Did I mention the booze and drugs and firings
in the mix?
-Glad we had this talk. Where do I not sign? But...may I point out that
a little moral character might’ve...
-Nah! What’s point of that? That’s just the truth. Fuck that!
