if they determine she’s a danger to herself or others, they’ll put her in a hospital. If you don’t want her, she’ll have to come back to me!” He was as breathless a s an absent lover.
“Fine.” I just didn’t care anymore. I felt they could bond over mutual Crazy.
Reader, I called the PET Team. I made sure that Aurora was home, so they could sweep her up unawares. I was committing her involuntarily, like my bastard Uncle had done to my Dad’s mom when she went a little crazy from cancer. I’d heard stories fr om my Dad about his visits – I was only two. She’d been put in Camarillo, the state mental hospital (now closed – thank you, Ronald Reagan!) and as a young man, he’d been exposed to One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest up close and personal.
I got into my truck. After ten minutes, it struck . Fifty-seven-hundred years of guilt swam up like a school of gefilta . Yes, Aurora was crazy, but not all of the time. Often , she could be fine, like when she was at school or at the mall . What if I could get her to take her meds? See a professional counselor? Fulfill the potential, as a smart and funny kid, which I knew she had in side ? What if … gives rise to tremendous stories, but in life, it can be delusional. I called and canceled the PET Team. And the police came knocking again.
By this time, we had moved, to a two-bedroom, two-bath in the heart of Canoga Park. This is the city mentioned by the writer in The Player – who cares how his movie tests there . In other words, it’s a joke. It is a poorer cousin to Northridge, and, as with all the Valley, the farther north you go, the more Latino it becomes, with signs suddenly in Spanish, a plethora of check-cashing and pawn stores, and a grocery (which I frequented) which didn’t sell Coke but Jaliscos. We were pretty far north, and had taken on an extra terrestrial : David.
He claimed that he hated his mother, who, granted, seemed smothering. Aurora worked on me daily , grinding like a drill press, and, as I always did back then, I gave in. He would share our humble house, paid for by Yours Truly. To me, he was the son I never had, and the child I wished I had . He was smart, he was Jewish , he was sane – except for his Aurora ardor .
“You should get out,” I would tell him, while she was at school and we were running some errand. “She’s nuts – it will end badly. Also, if they find you, you’re going straight to jail.”
He nodded, but as a nineteen-year-old man, the prospect of virgin pussy trumped the threat of Bubba in the Big House . What kind of guy old enough to vote dates a girl in her early teens ? One who was himself a virgin, and young beyond his years.
Let’s get back to the LAPD , a central theme in my new life . It took just a month in the new place for them to put in an appearance. And on this Very Special Episode Of Amy. . .
Aurora and David shared their own room – w rong, I know, but I was a little out of my mind at the time. I couldn't pay my bills. I couldn't find a job , and unemployment was literally killing me. For someone like me, accustomed to churning out some product , whether it be spreadsheet or database or story, not being able to produce irked me more than a Puritan Father. I knocked on Aurora’s door.
“Hello, I’d like to get my kitty.” Aurora had a habit of bringing home stray s , then promptly forgetting about them . As a result, I had taken Cotton, plus a sweet little kitty, Louis, who scrambled over the apartment with his calic o brother , Whipple. David had added to the menag er ie with three cages and twice as many birds. At least he remembered to feed them.
“No!” Aurora always kept the door closed.
“Go d damnit, I am paying for this place!” My depression sparked the fuse of rage , and I barreled my way in. She hurtled toward me like a puma , claws – and fists – outstretched. I was not going to be hit again. “ I’M GOING TO KILL YOU !!” I heard someone yell . It was m
“Fine.” I just didn’t care anymore. I felt they could bond over mutual Crazy.
Reader, I called the PET Team. I made sure that Aurora was home, so they could sweep her up unawares. I was committing her involuntarily, like my bastard Uncle had done to my Dad’s mom when she went a little crazy from cancer. I’d heard stories fr om my Dad about his visits – I was only two. She’d been put in Camarillo, the state mental hospital (now closed – thank you, Ronald Reagan!) and as a young man, he’d been exposed to One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest up close and personal.
I got into my truck. After ten minutes, it struck . Fifty-seven-hundred years of guilt swam up like a school of gefilta . Yes, Aurora was crazy, but not all of the time. Often , she could be fine, like when she was at school or at the mall . What if I could get her to take her meds? See a professional counselor? Fulfill the potential, as a smart and funny kid, which I knew she had in side ? What if … gives rise to tremendous stories, but in life, it can be delusional. I called and canceled the PET Team. And the police came knocking again.
By this time, we had moved, to a two-bedroom, two-bath in the heart of Canoga Park. This is the city mentioned by the writer in The Player – who cares how his movie tests there . In other words, it’s a joke. It is a poorer cousin to Northridge, and, as with all the Valley, the farther north you go, the more Latino it becomes, with signs suddenly in Spanish, a plethora of check-cashing and pawn stores, and a grocery (which I frequented) which didn’t sell Coke but Jaliscos. We were pretty far north, and had taken on an extra terrestrial : David.
He claimed that he hated his mother, who, granted, seemed smothering. Aurora worked on me daily , grinding like a drill press, and, as I always did back then, I gave in. He would share our humble house, paid for by Yours Truly. To me, he was the son I never had, and the child I wished I had . He was smart, he was Jewish , he was sane – except for his Aurora ardor .
“You should get out,” I would tell him, while she was at school and we were running some errand. “She’s nuts – it will end badly. Also, if they find you, you’re going straight to jail.”
He nodded, but as a nineteen-year-old man, the prospect of virgin pussy trumped the threat of Bubba in the Big House . What kind of guy old enough to vote dates a girl in her early teens ? One who was himself a virgin, and young beyond his years.
Let’s get back to the LAPD , a central theme in my new life . It took just a month in the new place for them to put in an appearance. And on this Very Special Episode Of Amy. . .
Aurora and David shared their own room – w rong, I know, but I was a little out of my mind at the time. I couldn't pay my bills. I couldn't find a job , and unemployment was literally killing me. For someone like me, accustomed to churning out some product , whether it be spreadsheet or database or story, not being able to produce irked me more than a Puritan Father. I knocked on Aurora’s door.
“Hello, I’d like to get my kitty.” Aurora had a habit of bringing home stray s , then promptly forgetting about them . As a result, I had taken Cotton, plus a sweet little kitty, Louis, who scrambled over the apartment with his calic o brother , Whipple. David had added to the menag er ie with three cages and twice as many birds. At least he remembered to feed them.
“No!” Aurora always kept the door closed.
“Go d damnit, I am paying for this place!” My depression sparked the fuse of rage , and I barreled my way in. She hurtled toward me like a puma , claws – and fists – outstretched. I was not going to be hit again. “ I’M GOING TO KILL YOU !!” I heard someone yell . It was m
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