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How odd that I'd be typing an entry a month later after my original post.

Anyway, I'm turning around what I said last month only to do a 360 on another subject. Namely, my father.

I'm not mad at my brother anymore, but I still have some issues with him.

Anyway, onto my my father.

It seems my dear ol' dad has gotten himself into some legal trouble concerning the new broad he decided to get hooked up with after me and ma left town. What I mean by that is that he beat eight tons of crap out of her. Which, in any state that has domestic violence laws, is punishable for five years if he's caught and prosecuted.

However, this is not the end of the tale. Of all the things he wants to do, he's also thinking about moving out to Quincy, Massachusetts!

If anyone can say niggaville, I'll give you a cookie.

If you can also say near West Newbury, Massachusetts, (aka John Cena's hometown) I'll reward you somehow. Regardless, no matter how you slice it, he's pretty much stuck between a turd sandwich with no bread. I wasn't using that term as a racist remark, I was using it to describe the quality of both towns.

And in case if this isn't anything new, he's still a drunk. Pfft... stare

Now, you see, this is one of the reasons why I don't keep in contact as much as I could anymore. And at this point, I don't even see why I should.

However, in the midst of all this stupidity, there is some good news.

It seems my brother has seen the light and might come out to be with me and ma for good when he comes out here to bring his stuff later this month.

I've been keeping in contact as much as I can, but I do have limitations considering the piece of junk computer I'm using at this time. One of them being the computer I'm using belongs to someone else which means I don't have a hell of a lot of time here to get out everything that's been bothering me.

*sigh* What else to talk about...?

Oh.


You know, looking back in some of the past entries I've made in my journal, they read out like a ********' rollercoaster. Nice and smooth one day, wild and uncontrollable the next. To be honest, they were all influenced by how I think, how I feel and how I look at things. Some were positive. A lot of them were negative.

But, if you were in my shoes (which you're not), how else could you vent out your frustrations? Bottling it up is good, but you can only tolerate so much before you explode like a powder keg. And to be honest, that's how I see myself somewhere down the road. I can only thank God that I given a long fuse that can be snuffed out when its lit.

Then again, I thank God for a lot of things. One of them being is that he's allowed my mother to add another year to her life. That's right, she's now 51 years old. In all honesty, I want her to stick around for another 50 if she can. Besides, I want her to play the memere (pronounced mem-may in French) role when I have kids of my own someday. I think she'd like it.

I dunno, I think I need to sit down with the Good Book for a while somday... Maybe there'll be some answers I'll be able to find there. But I do know that there's more to it than the words written in red.

The reason why I say that is because after having been to the hospital with my mother three times, (once back in Lawrence and twice here in Omaha) I'm starting to worry about her. I really and truly do...

I'm sorry, but I can't add any more here this evening... I'll add more another time...