what he came back at me with.
He pushed me hard, so I was up against the wall, and grabbed the neck of my T-shirt with both hands. I swear he woulda fuckin’ killed me if Daria hadn’t yawned and said, “You told me we were gonna do some coke, Richie, and I ain’t here for my health, so….”
She was tellin’ my asshole uncle that he didn’t have time to beat on me. Pretty Daria was more than ready for her high, and it seemed that Uncle Rich was eager to indulge her. Looked like Daria from high school saved my sorry ass tonight.
Didn’t have time to grab no blankets or nothin’, but I had a couple sweatshirts in the truck, so I let Cindy curl up in ’em in the backseat. Found a T-shirt of Zander’s under the driver’s seat, so I stuck it under my head like a pillow and made do with that.
Last thing I’m doin’ before I try and sleep tonight is writin’ in my journal, cuz it helps to get my head screwed back on straight. Wicked lucky for me I was holdin’ on to it when Daria and Uncle Rich came in the door. And right now I’m not as pissed off as I was before that I can’t go and see my guys this weekend. Instead I’m just glad that me and Cindy are safe, even though we’re safe in my truck and not in our beds. All I know is, there ain’t no way I can leave Cindy alone overnight with Uncle Rich. She ain’t got no restraint with her mouth, and he ain’t got no restraint when it comes to his fists.
Her mouth and his fists add up to a hella bad combination.
So it totally sucks that I can’t get my ass down to Boston, but it’s a done deal. I’ll probably text them two in the mornin’ and let ’em know the crappy news.
Z ANDER Z ANE ’ S One Voice Blog Spot—by invite only
Your host, Zander Z
Yes. So I extended my first invitation to join the One Voice Blog Spot. Yeah—to you, Dan. Hehehe.
Here’s a warm welcome to my big bro. You are my first official follower. Bet you never thought you’d see the day when you’d be an official follower of your baby brother. But that day has surely arrived. So remember, read carefully and leave comments at the end. Let’s see if my brother knows how to follow simple directions. LOL.
Developing the One Voice group at BCC has taken up a good solid chunk of my time. It’s probably taking away from the effort I dish out for schoolwork. And because of One Voice, I’ve decided not to play fall rec soccer. I told myself I’d join in the spring league instead. It’s just that One Voice is my top priority. Casey calls it my obsession, but he always says it with this cute grin, so I know he isn’t actually mad about it. I’m pretty sure Nate is 100 percent behind me too. But the guy has a whole bunch of other problems at home to deal with.
As it turns out, our partner, Nate, can’t make it down to Boston to visit us this weekend. We had plans for our “throuple” for the weekend too. Big plans. “Epic” plans, as Casey calls them. Puzzle over that for a while, dude. On another note, I have homework to catch up on this weekend and Sunday’s One Voice meeting to plan, so I was just starting to think maybe it wasn’t so bad that Nate couldn’t make it. But Casey helped me put it all in perspective. Here’s how the conversation went down.
“I have an idea, Zander. How about we go home and visit my family for the weekend?” Casey was sitting at his desk, facing the wall, and I was parked on my bed, in the center of a ring of textbooks.
“So we can see Nate?”
“Well, yeah. He and Cindy can stay at my house too. We can all hang out together with my little sisters, and then Mom and Dad can go out to dinner for a date night,” he said.
I know I shouldn’t have done it, but I’m certain I hesitated so I could think this possibility through. “I don’t know.”
“Well, why not?” Casey ran his hand over his cropped blond hair. “What’s more important than being together with Nate?” He can be damned persistent.
I still had to
He pushed me hard, so I was up against the wall, and grabbed the neck of my T-shirt with both hands. I swear he woulda fuckin’ killed me if Daria hadn’t yawned and said, “You told me we were gonna do some coke, Richie, and I ain’t here for my health, so….”
She was tellin’ my asshole uncle that he didn’t have time to beat on me. Pretty Daria was more than ready for her high, and it seemed that Uncle Rich was eager to indulge her. Looked like Daria from high school saved my sorry ass tonight.
Didn’t have time to grab no blankets or nothin’, but I had a couple sweatshirts in the truck, so I let Cindy curl up in ’em in the backseat. Found a T-shirt of Zander’s under the driver’s seat, so I stuck it under my head like a pillow and made do with that.
Last thing I’m doin’ before I try and sleep tonight is writin’ in my journal, cuz it helps to get my head screwed back on straight. Wicked lucky for me I was holdin’ on to it when Daria and Uncle Rich came in the door. And right now I’m not as pissed off as I was before that I can’t go and see my guys this weekend. Instead I’m just glad that me and Cindy are safe, even though we’re safe in my truck and not in our beds. All I know is, there ain’t no way I can leave Cindy alone overnight with Uncle Rich. She ain’t got no restraint with her mouth, and he ain’t got no restraint when it comes to his fists.
Her mouth and his fists add up to a hella bad combination.
So it totally sucks that I can’t get my ass down to Boston, but it’s a done deal. I’ll probably text them two in the mornin’ and let ’em know the crappy news.
Z ANDER Z ANE ’ S One Voice Blog Spot—by invite only
Your host, Zander Z
Yes. So I extended my first invitation to join the One Voice Blog Spot. Yeah—to you, Dan. Hehehe.
Here’s a warm welcome to my big bro. You are my first official follower. Bet you never thought you’d see the day when you’d be an official follower of your baby brother. But that day has surely arrived. So remember, read carefully and leave comments at the end. Let’s see if my brother knows how to follow simple directions. LOL.
Developing the One Voice group at BCC has taken up a good solid chunk of my time. It’s probably taking away from the effort I dish out for schoolwork. And because of One Voice, I’ve decided not to play fall rec soccer. I told myself I’d join in the spring league instead. It’s just that One Voice is my top priority. Casey calls it my obsession, but he always says it with this cute grin, so I know he isn’t actually mad about it. I’m pretty sure Nate is 100 percent behind me too. But the guy has a whole bunch of other problems at home to deal with.
As it turns out, our partner, Nate, can’t make it down to Boston to visit us this weekend. We had plans for our “throuple” for the weekend too. Big plans. “Epic” plans, as Casey calls them. Puzzle over that for a while, dude. On another note, I have homework to catch up on this weekend and Sunday’s One Voice meeting to plan, so I was just starting to think maybe it wasn’t so bad that Nate couldn’t make it. But Casey helped me put it all in perspective. Here’s how the conversation went down.
“I have an idea, Zander. How about we go home and visit my family for the weekend?” Casey was sitting at his desk, facing the wall, and I was parked on my bed, in the center of a ring of textbooks.
“So we can see Nate?”
“Well, yeah. He and Cindy can stay at my house too. We can all hang out together with my little sisters, and then Mom and Dad can go out to dinner for a date night,” he said.
I know I shouldn’t have done it, but I’m certain I hesitated so I could think this possibility through. “I don’t know.”
“Well, why not?” Casey ran his hand over his cropped blond hair. “What’s more important than being together with Nate?” He can be damned persistent.
I still had to
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