Well, I'm not going to California, but I am going right back where I started from. Today I am to make a call to my father and ask him to have his woman pick me up. I suspected I would have to anyway, but we got kicked out last night, turning suspicions into realities.
John is our roomie, and honestly, I'm not mad that he's kicking us out. That doesn't bother me, as we've freeloaded off of him for too long. What DOES bother me is the fact that not only Thursday, but essentially the past six weeks have been filled with me just wanting to know then answer to one question, "Do I need to make the call?" I was met with an emphatic no. "We'll work it out," or "Everything is fine," yet the second he gets our half of the rent lets us know we're being kicked to the curb. Essentially we have a week to find places to stay, so...yeah.
Buddy and I are to be shipped off to Dad's, that was never really in question. Charlie is to move in with his nephew and get a job at this saw mill. Mother...is another matter. Nobody's found a place for her to go. Her only hope left is her aunt, who she doesn't anticipate anything good from. Charlie doesn't want her with his family because then he feels he won't be able to work at the saw mill (seriously, the whole neck of the woods is a piece of work, let alone the saw mill). While her name is on the deed of the house we grew up in Dad point blank said if she wanted it, she would have to buy it, otherwise she is not allowed in under any circumstances. She was actually desperate enough to where she called her father though, whom she hasn't spoken to since she was 17.
I'm not supposed to say that we got kicked out, and I understand that. I mean...my thought is that if I'm making a plea from the heart I should probably be honest. It's also the best way that I know to properly convey the urgency, providing he says something to the effect of, "Well, I get off on...let's see, the 20th, how's that grab ya?" I can't wait that long, and I know Diana just took time off to go to Arkansas, so what if she can't get time off to pick our happy asses up? I mean...while I'm not going to be homeless, I'm still pretty fucking worried because I don't know any of the particulars.
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Sure be honest, even if it has a good chance of flooring somone do it anyway. We all hate liers and we all hate some truth, but we can't have it all.
@SacredChao - Touche! "The truth may set you free, but first it's going to piss you off."