In the last 24 hours what has happened? Deshawn came over at 8:00 in the morning and said he was never staying at Ron’s house again because they were all drunk and there is no food in the house. That family is messed up. There are six kids in that house. The teenage daughter had three babies and then lost them all because she wasn’t taking care of them. They are now in foster care. The oldest teenage son is throwing underage drinking parties with his friends. The next son is mentally ill. He waits for kids to fall asleep and then he messes with them sexually. Recently he cut off his brother’s eyebrows while he slept. The 8th grade son’s girlfriend is spending the night on a regular basis. It makes me wonder what her mother is thinking letting her young daughter spend the night with her 8th grade boyfriend. The two younger boys are living in this mess of a household. And the mom? She is letting it all happen.
I’m tempted to call child protection or the police about this but I don’t know the address. Because I don’t have more specific information or haven’t observed something myself, child protection most likely won’t investigate. I don’t know what to do. I doubt it will be very long and the 8th grader will be a daddy. And the cycle continues.
Bill came over a short time later, roaring drunk. I told him he was banished from my presence until he was sober. He spent a couple hours wandering around the neighborhood and then left. After several days of sobriety, Carlyle got himself drunk yesterday. I banished him to his room and refused to talk to him until he sobered up. He hates it when I won’t talk to him. It’s good punishment. Not that I’m into punishment, but I don’t like talking to drunks.
Jesse and I got into an argument yesterday. Because he is most likely going to prison in September, he has been drinking and smoking weed daily. Despite a strict rule that the kitchen is closed from 10:00pm to 6:00am Jesse has been coming home drunk in the middle of the night and trying to cook. Several nights in a row he messed up the kitchen. Once episode took Kevin a half-hour to clean up. Yesterday I found a disgusting plate of food upstairs. If Jesse would have eaten it, he would have gotten sick. He had uncooked ramen noodles, bbq sauce, catsup, a half-eaten frozen chimichanga, a half-eaten corn dog, and a piece of uncooked bacon all together on the plate.
I tried to talk to him and tell him he can’t keep drinking and coming home and making a mess in the kitchen. The conversation went badly. We were both upset and both of us were mad at each other. I got Kevin to talk to him. Kevin is amazing and can get through to him. Jesse is extremely sensitive to any criticism. He interprets my complaining about his kitchen habits as saying he is bad and evil. And then he reacts accordingly. And then I react. I got mad and called him a rude and disrespectful little twit.
This morning we found him passed out on the back porch. I woke him up and told him I was sorry we got in a fight yesterday. He said he was sorry too and I could tell he was sorry. I fed him and then sent him to bed. He made it to the bathroom and passed out on the bathroom floor. Kevin got him up and into a bed where he is sound asleep.
Shortly after Jesse got home his friend Joe called looking for him. I told him he is asleep and won’t be up for quite some time. Joe was drunk last night too. I asked him why he is drunk all the time. He said next week he is going to court and because he violated his probation he will be sentenced to 60 months in prison. I asked him what he did to get violated. He got a DUI. Then he brags about having gotten three girls pregnant.
That irritated me. I told him he was selfish and irresponsible and it was disgusting that he was bragging about something like that. I said he is stroking his own ego and satisfying his own desires and not thinking about the women he is getting pregnant or the children he is producing. It took him a while for him to understand what I was saying. Joe’s father contracted AIDS and then committed suicide when he was seven. His mother is the most vicious, abusive, female I’ve ever encountered. To this day she is a hard-core street drug addict living in a homeless shelter. She lives off dealing drugs and stealing. And she is good at it.
All three of her boys are headed to prison in the next few weeks. Two of them for the incident with Jesse, and Joe for violating his probation. Three fatherless boys with a drug-addicted mother are all on their way to prison. And three more babies will be born while their daddy is in prison. And the cycle continues.
I spent too long talking to my friend Jeff today. Jeff has become an atheist. The focus of his life now? His latest girlfriend and his money. I’d like to tell him that his life has become uninteresting to me but at this point at least I’m too nice. His self-obsessed life is dull. I don’t care about the latest stock prices or the latest news on his newest crazy girlfriend or his latest drunken party. Meanwhile, the inner-city continues to implode and he certainly doesn’t care. Not enough people seem to care.
I guess I can understand. Why have a broken heart when you can entertain yourself with fun and not have to deal with all the pain and hurt I see around me every single day.
Here is that nasty plate of food:
