Nothing but annoying...

Remember me saying that this Nothing little town has a problem with what we call "tweakers"? I don't know, maybe I didn't, but a "tweaker" is a person who is completely and totally addicted to methamphetamine or speed or "crack" or whatever you want to call it. Now personally I just don't get it. I do not understand anyone who wants to stay awake for days or weeks on end, who pick at their faces until there are craters all over them, who shuts up a house with sheets over every window (paranoid maybe?), who lets their teeth rot out and don't even care and who don't come out until after midnight to the bars and order "water" to the bartenders chagrin, then proceed to the poker machines with their "hoodies" over their heads and just stare blankly at the machines.

AAAAAGGGGAHHHHHHHHWHHHAAA

Well, I have a friend who is one of these people and, unfortunately, she made the mistake and introduced me to her son who is about one and a half years old and just a beautiful boy. She called me the other night at about midnight (magic hour for a "tweaker") and told me that she had her boy and she had no where to sleep. I let her come over to sleep on the couch and the next morning I told her that I was going up to stay at Gus's house that evening and if she needed a place to stay she could stay here..............BIG MISTAKE.

So this is what is nothing but annoying........Coming home after a couple of days gone, walking into your house and feeling like Goldilocks moved in and made it her own home. Every window in the house had a sheet over it, the washing machine had a full load of clothes in it, the dryer had a full load in it, all my laundry soap was used up, the kitchen had a full sink of dirty dishes in it, half my food had been eaten, my bed had been slept in and there were half eaten soggy cookies underneath it.............AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHWHHHHHAAA

You give a "tweaker" an inch, and they take a mile.........damn.

Nothing but a broken record

Us "Nothingers" have a problem with new folks. We automatically think they are either Narcs, FBI Agents or Spies.

We have a new couple in town and they already annoy me. Cid and Melinda or Cid and Nancy as my boyfriend calls them (don't ask me why). Supposedly they are moving here from Longview, Washington because they think this little town of ours is so cute and quiet. No "tweakers" as Melinda tells us......ha ha.....if she only knew! And far be it from me from me to tell her. I will let her find out for herself.

So our new couple is trying with all of their might to "fit in". They show up at the bar and the first thing Cid does is buy the last bright red, nicotine stinking "Frank's Place" t-shirt that has been hanging up behind the bar I think for the last 5 years. So funny because not one of us has bought one of those t-shirts, much less wore one, not even the bartenders. Nice try guys.

So...the broken record is the fight that Cid almost got into the other night with a very local guy named Zebco. Since I have heard this story over and over again since the night it happened I have to say that I am really hoping that something else happens soon........

Nothing but an admission.....

Ok....I have to admit this.

I actually do not live in this Nothing Town. ....

Ok....there, I got it off my chest. I don't know why but this little tidbit of information has been weighing on my conscience but, it has. I actually live about 15 miles down river from here but my time spent in this Nothing Town is far more than at home. My boyfriend, Gus is the head Bartender in the only bar here and my ex boyfriend, Frank lives just three miles up river from here and I lived with him for over eight years. I guess I just want my little blog here to be truthful.

Ok........now I feel better.

Nothing but a shock.........

Well I found out yesterday who it was that shot my friend Gary.

It was his only son, Joshua. Everybody is completely and totally shocked at this turn of events.

I really did not know Joshua (“Josh” as everybody called him) at all. I did know Josh’s oldest Son, Jonathan. He is twelve years old and a playmate of my Boyfriend, Gus’s son, Kyle. According to Jacqui, Jonathan’s Mother and Josh’s first wife, Gary was closer to Jonathan than he was even to Josh. Gary took Jonathan fishing every chance he could get. I remember seeing them on the river all the time. Jonathan, I know, will miss his Grandfather very much. And now he has to face the fact that is own Father killed him. This is all such a total shame.

I remember seeing Josh at the funeral. He stood up to talk about his Father and there was something about it that was creepy to me. He hadn’t had a speech written up and he only spoke for a few moments and he just kind of shuffled around up there and went; “umm, ahh….well my Dad really liked fishing”. That was it. He really did not seem sad at all which was very weird and strange.

The only thing I know now is 1: at least we know who did it and 2: what in the world would make an only Son do such a thing?