Bald Tires
True story.
I had been crashing at my friend Megan's house because I had to get out and stay away from my house. Nothing unusual about that. My mom's a basket case ever since my dad ran off with his twenty-something secretary. She's like four years older than me and can type, which creeps me out because for a while he kept asking me if I had any friends who needed a job. I keep thinking, 'What if I had said something to Megan or Julie or any of the other girls I hang with at lunch or after school? Would he have run off with one of them?' God, I hope not. I'd hate to think of my dad as one of those guy's on the news always being busted for trying to hook up with a teenage girl over the internet. The secretary was at least a girl from the community college. She answered a posting my dad put up in the student center. After he interviewed her I don't think it mattered if she could type. The thing about computers and internet and chatting is everyone can type now-a-days so it doesn't really matter.
By Christmas my dad was having an affair with Wendy. By New Year's Eve my mom was drinking herself into oblivion. My dad eventually left; he lives in a hotel right now. My mom sits in the house. I think she's just going to live off of the alimony. It's not fun being around the house so I spend a lot of my time away. It was Megan's turn to house me.
I had been crashing at my friend Megan's house because I had to get out and stay away from my house. Nothing unusual about that. My mom's a basket case ever since my dad ran off with his twenty-something secretary. She's like four years older than me and can type, which creeps me out because for a while he kept asking me if I had any friends who needed a job. I keep thinking, 'What if I had said something to Megan or Julie or any of the other girls I hang with at lunch or after school? Would he have run off with one of them?' God, I hope not. I'd hate to think of my dad as one of those guy's on the news always being busted for trying to hook up with a teenage girl over the internet. The secretary was at least a girl from the community college. She answered a posting my dad put up in the student center. After he interviewed her I don't think it mattered if she could type. The thing about computers and internet and chatting is everyone can type now-a-days so it doesn't really matter.
By Christmas my dad was having an affair with Wendy. By New Year's Eve my mom was drinking herself into oblivion. My dad eventually left; he lives in a hotel right now. My mom sits in the house. I think she's just going to live off of the alimony. It's not fun being around the house so I spend a lot of my time away. It was Megan's turn to house me.