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Authors: Antoinette Candela
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think that’s what I need to do. Go out, have a couple of beers, watch the Red Sox on TV, and pretend to be a fan like everyone else in Red Sox Nation. It’s fun to watch the intensity and passion they have for their beloved Red Sox. Getting caught up in it is easy, even lost if you really want to. Lost with her? What the fuck am I doing? I’m trying to think about fucking baseball, and somehow I think of her. The whole point of this adventure was to get things out of my system without all the drama from back home. What I do here doesn’t hurt anyone back in Texas. I’m doing this for me. I’ve needed this for so long.
I had to grow up fast. I became the protector for my mom that my dad wasn’t for so many years. Alcohol seemed to be all he cared about in his life. Growing up, I never saw him much. He was in and out, coming home dead drunk late at night when I was asleep. He couldn’t keep a job for more than a couple months, so Mom had to work as a nanny, watching other kids while she raised my sister and me. I did my part cleaning out stables, cutting lawns, walking dogs, and just about anything else that I could figure out to do to put food on the table.
They always fought about the money. That didn’t stop him from taking whatever she had to buy his alcohol, and leaving us with nothing. She was never able to buy me a bike or the doll my sister wanted. I can’t remember how many times I’d heard my mom cry herself to sleep.
“Hey roomie. I didn’t expect you home so early.” Luke closes the door, throwing his duffel bag full of sweaty gym clothes on the floor. “But now that you’re here, you ready for a crazy night? We can start early.”
Luke’s cool. I found his ad looking for a roommate on Craigslist. We have a lot in common: working out, girls, and casinos. He likes to gamble and so do I. It comes in handy when I need a quick infusion of cash. Gambling is harmless, but my sister thinks I have an addiction. Alcoholism is a big problem on my dad’s side of the family, and it tore our family apart. Alcohol makes you do stupid shit.
It only took one time for my dad’s addiction to cross the line with Momma. I saw red at the way he was treating her. I went after him, tackling him to the floor, and knocking him out cold, glad that I was there to put him in his place. I made her get a restraining order so that she and my sister would be safe. I couldn’t promise them that I’d always be there when they needed me. Nobody knew when he would come back around; he was like a ticking time bomb when he was drinking. Dad calls now and then, but only when he needs money. I give it to him because he’s my dad and I want stay in touch with him to make sure that he’s still alive.
“No doubt. But do me a favor and take care of that sweaty shit in your bag would ya?” I cringe in disgust at the stench wafting in the air.
“No worries, dude. I’ll take care of it.” He replies. Opening the fridge he grabs a beer, which is all we ever really have in there. Luke twists the cap off, empties half of it in one swallow, and throws his baseball cap on the table.
“Listen, I’m gonna run at the track, shower, and then we can head out around nine.” I say before heading to my bedroom to change out of my work clothes.
“Sounds good. I hope you don’t mind but I invited a couple of female friends.” He grins widely like a cat that just swallowed a mouse. Luke’s good in that department. He’s got friends in college, so he meets copious amounts of sexy co-eds. It helps that he played on the baseball team, so he gets everything at the top of the food chain when it comes to women. He’s muscular like me but with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes that get him plenty of loving. Of course, he doesn’t discriminate either. We both like to give most females the opportunity just as long as they meet certain stipulations. Right now, I think we’re running neck and neck in the ladies department. But who’s keeping
I had to grow up fast. I became the protector for my mom that my dad wasn’t for so many years. Alcohol seemed to be all he cared about in his life. Growing up, I never saw him much. He was in and out, coming home dead drunk late at night when I was asleep. He couldn’t keep a job for more than a couple months, so Mom had to work as a nanny, watching other kids while she raised my sister and me. I did my part cleaning out stables, cutting lawns, walking dogs, and just about anything else that I could figure out to do to put food on the table.
They always fought about the money. That didn’t stop him from taking whatever she had to buy his alcohol, and leaving us with nothing. She was never able to buy me a bike or the doll my sister wanted. I can’t remember how many times I’d heard my mom cry herself to sleep.
“Hey roomie. I didn’t expect you home so early.” Luke closes the door, throwing his duffel bag full of sweaty gym clothes on the floor. “But now that you’re here, you ready for a crazy night? We can start early.”
Luke’s cool. I found his ad looking for a roommate on Craigslist. We have a lot in common: working out, girls, and casinos. He likes to gamble and so do I. It comes in handy when I need a quick infusion of cash. Gambling is harmless, but my sister thinks I have an addiction. Alcoholism is a big problem on my dad’s side of the family, and it tore our family apart. Alcohol makes you do stupid shit.
It only took one time for my dad’s addiction to cross the line with Momma. I saw red at the way he was treating her. I went after him, tackling him to the floor, and knocking him out cold, glad that I was there to put him in his place. I made her get a restraining order so that she and my sister would be safe. I couldn’t promise them that I’d always be there when they needed me. Nobody knew when he would come back around; he was like a ticking time bomb when he was drinking. Dad calls now and then, but only when he needs money. I give it to him because he’s my dad and I want stay in touch with him to make sure that he’s still alive.
“No doubt. But do me a favor and take care of that sweaty shit in your bag would ya?” I cringe in disgust at the stench wafting in the air.
“No worries, dude. I’ll take care of it.” He replies. Opening the fridge he grabs a beer, which is all we ever really have in there. Luke twists the cap off, empties half of it in one swallow, and throws his baseball cap on the table.
“Listen, I’m gonna run at the track, shower, and then we can head out around nine.” I say before heading to my bedroom to change out of my work clothes.
“Sounds good. I hope you don’t mind but I invited a couple of female friends.” He grins widely like a cat that just swallowed a mouse. Luke’s good in that department. He’s got friends in college, so he meets copious amounts of sexy co-eds. It helps that he played on the baseball team, so he gets everything at the top of the food chain when it comes to women. He’s muscular like me but with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes that get him plenty of loving. Of course, he doesn’t discriminate either. We both like to give most females the opportunity just as long as they meet certain stipulations. Right now, I think we’re running neck and neck in the ladies department. But who’s keeping
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