Rattlesnake Shake

October 17, 2013 at 11:00 am (Sweet sticky things, That's not funny...)

It’s business as usual. Kinda.

Rain showed up after four days, looking haggard. I’d called her, but no answer. Her throwaway phone may have run out of minutes, or she’s holed up somewhere, either in a dope haze or withdrawing from one. I tried not to care, but I worry.

She smiled at me. “Babe, I been so sick. I got a bed at the shelter, so I’ve been staying in there, away from everybody.”

“Everybody has been looking for you, asking. My co-workers see you, say you look like shit, no disrespect.”

“None taken. I feel like shit. This has got to end.” She rested her head on my chest. “The others don’t care about me. They just know I’ll share if they’re sick. Motherfuckers. I lost that phone I found.”

“That explains you not taking my calls.”

“Oh yeah, don’t leave a message. It’s the phone I found, and I don’t know how to unlock the messages.”

“I know. I’ve learned.” I smiled, weakly.

ice creamSo… She’s okay, doing pretty much exactly what she was doing a year ago. So am I. I love her for who she is, and without the drug habit I never would have met her, so how can I complain too much? When you get a snake for a pet, you risk being bitten. Not saying Rain is a snake, but I do see occasional snaky behavior. It comes with the package.

I go on about my business. She comes by work once or twice a night, for a kiss, a hug and a cup or two of coffee. When she’s on a dope run it’s a 24/7 job, and I come secondary. I’ve adapted to that, and when dope is #1 in her life I don’t take it (too) personal. I understand the Nature of the Beast. I’ll be there when she’s done with him.

I hope she doesn’t take too long. It’s enough to drive a man to drink. In the meantime, I will have a pint of this and be happy for my slightly dysfunctional love life.

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