PROBLEMS AND POPO

                                                                               #63 - -PROBLEMS AND POPO

I remember the ending months of living with Delores and  how she had began to paint me as a bad guy  to anyone that would listen to her, I had been  an  ungrateful  handi-capped son who  had blamed the world for my health problems.  She had told people  including my best friend Z that I had been  very mean to her,  she would claim that she had done everything for me  but I would still lash out at her.  She had gotten into the habit of calling out the same policemen every time that we had gotten into an argument.  This cop had always talked to her outside on the wheel chair ramp before coming in and ordering me to give my mom the respect that she deserved for even putting up with someone like me and allowing me to live in her house. I had felt like I had been viewed as a rolling punk when I had known that I had not been, Delores had been getting weird.


One such occasion  that I can recall without even trying to remember that well...

THE BREAK UP AND LOSS

#61 - THE BREAK UP AND LOSS

Dan and my mom had broken up once again in late 2000 which had sucked because I heard he had sold his house in Tennessee and transferred  his job to Ohio. I remember that  night well as I had been at the kitchen table doing some of my Psychology home work and there had been alot of yelling and screaming about what I had no idea, in Ohio when it's 11 o'clock pm it is fucking dark and on top of that we had a gang of wild raccoon's that had lived in the little patch of trees  by the house.  My mom had left Dan and a friend of his to climb up a ladder to the top of the car port to retrieve all of his belongings while giving him only so long to be off her property before she had called the cops. She had came into the kitchen and had shut off the light of the carport only to leave the kitchen light on and yell out a window to let him know how much time he had left, I had loved my mom but what she had been doing to Dan had been childish in my opinion. I had gotten out of the seat and had walked over to the door with my walker and turned the light back on and I had just made it back in the chair before my mom had stormed back into the kitchen, she had went over and turned the light back off giving me a glare before she had left the room.
I sat there until I heard one of the guys drop something heavy before I got back up and went over to the light switch turning it on and that time I did not make it back to my seat when Delores entered the Kitchen and told me to leave the light alone.  She'd turned it off for the third time and left the room, I got up and went over to the light realizing that one of those guys was going to hurt themselves bad.  That time I did not even make it away from the turned on light switch when Delores demanded that I come to her because she wanted to speak to me.  I had gotten into my wheelchair as I had been tired from all the walking that I had done that day, If I remember correctly I can write that I was really tired and I had wished to go right to bed because I had fractures the next night.  I rolled into the living room with Delores exiting her bedroom upon seeing me she waved me over to where the washer and dryer closet had been.  She bent down getting right in my face and telling me that I had no Idea what Danny had done to her then reminded me of how I was accused of stealing his pot.  I had not even smoked until a year later so I did not care what may or may not have been said about me, Instead I told her how childish she had been being that night.  If she really wanted the guy to leave then turn on the light and let him get his shit.  That is probably how I put it to her that night, her face had been very red and she was shaking with anger because she punched me in the forehead  with her right fist.  I don't even think she thought about what she had done because she immediately told me to hit her back, I could not believe what the woman had done and out of anger I called her a bitch.  She hit me in the forehead again with right hand and thankfully she was not working out at that time.  The hit did not hurt very badly but I was getting mad because she had once again ordered me to hit her back so I called her a cunt.  She hit me a little harder the third time and  as I was sitting there on my hands trying not to let the Bitch see me cry because that night my mom had died to me.  Danny came into the house from obviously hearing what had been going on and told Delores that if she hit me again he would hit her.  My half sister Samantha came down stairs from her room and yelled at Danny for going to hit her mom.  I never got along with that little bitch probably because she reminded me so much of Minnie me but instead of that it was little Minnie Delores. Delores called him out telling him to tell me what he said about my stealing weed, his son Danbo was the stealer as I pointed out the time we had been in Tennessee when he and his little friends was trying to get me to smoke some with them.  That was not important anyway to point out to Sam if her boyfriend smoked it so did Delores.   Danny shook his head rapidly probably happy to no longer be on the spot and then poor little Sam cried.  Danny left but, would come back only to drop me off on campus to live in the dorm.  Delores bothered me all the time leaving several messages on my answering machine, I would be an idiot to go back willingly.

BACK TO SCHOOL IN THE 9TH GRADE

BACK TO SCHOOL IN THE 9TH GRADE


I was told that the Doctors decided I needed to go back to school and be around others my own age right?, "I needed to interact with those".   Apparently a few of my doctors got together with who ever help made that bad idea to decide that Brandon needed to be around his friends.  I should have known it was going to be a nightmare when the short bus picked me up a few minutes later than what I was told to be there but hey I love sitting out in front of where I live in my wheel chair watching people smile as they drove by. i dont think any of those adults were laughing now but I did back then.  I finally arrived at the high school and was handed over to a long haired bald man then I learned would be accompanying me every where until I got back on the bus, let me point something out right now and say it wasnt his dream job.  Talking to the guy that first day I learned he used to be NOT SO professional wrestler that used to wear a mask, I dont want to give his name so its like the piss ass hippie avenger.  My first lesson had been when I seen a girl i used to make laugh walking down the hall, I know that  we were looking at each other when I gave her the friendly knod and the girl turned down a hallway, it was on my mind all day and unknown to me it was going to be one of those reality checks thats still hit me  today in one way or another.  The second chick I got that first day was seeing a girl i had "dated" the first day we went to Troy Oh.  I met a very cool guy on that short bus and we always talked every day on the way home about professional wrestling, after my surgery I would see it come on late at night and would soon and knowing more about the back stage part of it.  The reality checks kept coming and coming and one day my aide and i got into an argument about something I said to someone else who was not my friend, did i forget to mention the only time i got away from the guy is when taking a piss.  I couldnt talk to anyone that wanted to or say something out loud in class because this fucker would only be sentting a few desks away if that.  Back to the show, it was something so idiotic that hurts i cant remember for this post!  Remember, we had one 14 year old boy and a 30 something year old man.  I remember him leaning towards me and grabbing one of the papers i had just gotten back graded from the teacher, he arched his hand like shooting a basketball and the damn paper went into the grey garbage can.  One of my teachers had been wacthing the disruption we were creating that eventually might damage a fellow classmates learning potential, God that sounds familiar.  Both expected me to roll over and retrieve the paper from the bottom of the garbage can and that is how I found out they had three principals because the wreslter and I were sent to see one.  I really hated having to go back even though only there for four hours a day and honestly dont know how i mentally made it through but I can say that was the turning point to who I am now.  I ended up being pulled back out of school to begin home schooling when we moved over to a house in the same city.