Part 5: Standing Still

~~~LANGUAGE WARNING ~~~Disclaimer - in trying to make the voice as accurate as possible, I did not censor this entry in any way.


Barbie wasn't your average 14 year old. Daughter of a rocker, she was definitely sassy. I'm not sure what ever happened to her real mom, but we thought her Stepmom was cool as hell. And I'm pretty sure she was a vampiress or some other kind of freaky.


Barbie was beautiful. She was neither tall nor short, but her skeletal frame could not possibly have amounted to more than 80 pounds. Big beautiful eyes outlined with thick black lines, big beautiful black lips, her cold blue eyes popped in contrast, rivaled only by her deathly pale skin. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't uber jealous at the time. Her long black mane matched that of her husband Scott, the Italian stud.


Life with them was...wreckless. Still riding the high of newfound freedom, my 17 year old graduated self was loving the outta school no rules lifestyle. I don't remember much about college at that time, only that I passed. Somehow. I do remember calling into work a few times. Sometimes we were sick and sometimes we weren't. Sometimes we really just didn't care.


Only a few things are notable from that time. The guys huffed a lot. My car broke down a lot. We were pretty sure some demons lived under the house. James registered to vote just in time to vote Obama. And one time we got locked in the mall. We had lots of cats and dogs and rabbits. Well, actually, they had a lot of cats and dogs and rabbits, but we had two little calico kittens that we claimed as our own.


Scott and Barbie fought a lot. But that wasn't none of my business. We had our room on one side of the house downstairs, they lived upstairs. Scott and James had been bro's since before even James and I had gotten together some three years earlier.
We spent a lot of time with Mom 2. Her and his little sister, Connie, had finally moved out of his Grandma's house. Mom 2 said she had always relied on someone else and her own place was high on the bucket list. Even if it was a government apartment, it was home to her. And a second home for us.


Our house was a little less than clean. There was a bit more excretion from all the animals than us four kids were exactly prepared to deal with. And we slept on the floor. And the space heaters...they didn't really heat much.


   Scott lost his job for sleeping in his truck at work but we didn't find out until payday didn't come with pay...because he had been spending the days out and about, sleeping in his truck during work hours because he was scared to tell us that there was no longer work to go to. Thank goodness for our credit card because that puppy kept the lights on that month. And took us probably six year to pay off, but that's a different story.




We had so much fun, too, though!


A good friend did piercings and didn't care how old I was. I got my tongue and my belly button done because I wasn't old enough for any other adult things. And because that was the hot thing to do. Piercings were sexy. I didn't value myself any more than the label I could obtain and, if nothing else, they, at the very least, made my fatass cool. And a rebel because I wasn't supposed to have a tongue ring at work. That was definitely a bonus.


One day, we talked someone into buying us a few gallons of wine. It was a dark night. Chilly but not too cold though that could just be the wine talking.


"I could be a gothic rabbit for Halloween." Barbie's favorite holiday is Halloween.


"Or you could be a gothic hooker." She kinda kicks Scott from where she's sitting while we all chuckle at his cleverness.


"Hey, can you trade me spots, babe?" James never could get as comfortable sitting in the floor as I could. Something about it somehow helps my hips.