NO Answer

And the phones are working fine

You left a message.  I was sleeping heavily under the influence of Ativan, after spending a few dollars to keep the fleas off my mom's legs.  Then I went and attempted to feed an old man who was not in the mood for food.  His cat seemed to be, though. 

 

Somewhere, somehow, you left another message while you were at the World Sports Cafe with your friends.  I might have been putting Lidocaine patches on my mom's knees.  I'm not sure.  You said there was good news about Vincent.  I really wanted to hear it! 

 

I called back and your phone went to voice mail.  I said I would be up until 10.  It's midnight now.  A four-pack of Guinness pint cans are ready for recycling. 

 

Just tell it to me straight, because I can damn well handle it.  I was a s****y mother.  I was an even shittier wife.  I made a decent living for us, but so f*****g what!  I was wierd, and never in a good way. 

 

I know - please go live on the street for a while somewhere, as long as it's not here.  Train your children to know that I never want to think of them again.  Please release the illusion that you somehow matter to me.  Thirty-one years only means that I'm tolerant.