Back For The First Time

I got a call last week form my father’s friend inviting me to have Thanksgiving dinner with his sister and her kids. Her birthday is on Sunday (the 27th), and she will be celebrating it on Thanksgiving night. I wanted to go so bad, but something told me I shouldn’t. Being that my mother cut all her bridges in these past 2 years, she doesn’t have much friends. Well she does, but she doesn’t keep in contact with them on a regular basis. A friend of her invited her to come to Queens, and she said she was already going somewhere. That was a lie, but I understood. She’s got to use special transportation, or a cab to get around. The latter costs money, and the former hasn’t been set up yet. None of her friends who have cars that live right here in Manhattan have even called to see what she was doing or how she was doing. My guess is she is going to spend Thanksgiving right here in the house. She can’t cook. Yes she can, but she’s not able…and I just don’t know how, so we are having KFC for Thanksgiving. I haven’t been to a social gathering in a long time. This is my chance, but I didn’t want to leave her home alone. This was bothering me a lot because in these past 2 years my social/personal life has been at a stand still and I am tired of that shit. If I wanted to go out to a movie right now, I wouldn’t be able to. I have no money, and who is going to go with me? Everyone of my small group of friends are busy. Well…there’s more to that story…and I’ll explain later.

This morning I called my dad’s friend back, and I told him I would come even though I said that I wasn’t. So I’m going. I’ll eat some KFC here with my mother, and then I am going to the Bronx. I don’t give a good God damn what anyone has to say. I have one life to live, and it’s been miserable these past 2 years, so I am going to go out on Thursday, and I wish a motherfucker would say something to me.

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HAPPY THANKSGIVING!