Archive for April 14, 2010

You know.. I can be a bitch.

A bitch with such a sweet smile and innocent demeanor that you would never guess I was being a bitch.

So I already scratched the surface about how Bubba is a complete and utter douchebag and how Chief now has to deal with it. And he’s starting to get just as frustrated and angry as I’ve been. And it’s about fucking time, don’t you think?

For example, did I tell you about what happened Sunday night at 11:30 when I kind of mentioned something to Chief about Bubba maybe having to go to sleep? And when Chief did, Bubba said he had to laundry because he had no clean clothes even though he sat on his ass the whole weekend on the computer AND that he never mentioned anything at 8pm when I started doing everybody else’s laundry?

Or about the emails Chief gets daily from his teachers saying how he still hasn’t been doing any type of work?

Anyway.. yesterday Spaz came home from school and everything was fine until Bubba came in a half hour later. Then all hell broke loose. I’m not exactly sure what happened because my door was shut but what I do know is that Spaz called Chief and then ranted and raved about how much he hated Bubba.

That’s kind of a normal thing for him so I wasn’t affected until I went on Facebook and saw this:

And I was disturbed.. and sympathetic.. and angry.. and ok, vindictive.

Spaz had church youth group that night so I asked him what happened and let him vent. And not only vent, but I also told him that we were in the same boat because nobody listens to me either when it comes to his brother. Maybe I shouldn’t said anything but honestly, I wanted him to know that he had somebody on his side.

After I dropped him off, I stopped by the shop and asked Chief what happened when Spaz called. He said that Bubba wouldn’t let Spaz use the computer. I asked him what he said and he said that he told Bubba to get off the computer and let Spaz use it.

I told him that Bubba didn’t do that .. and I also told him about the Facebook post. I told him that he needed to be concerned about Spaz’s emotional well being and that Bubba does nothing but bully him.

He said he was going to talk to Bubba and I said he needed to tell Bubba to not say a goddamn word to Spaz about anything because he’s 15 for Christ sakes.

But when we got home and had dinner.. a dinner which was the perfect opportunity to say something because Spaz was out of the house.. Chief didn’t say a word.


At all.

I got so disgusted that after I picked Spaz up from church I went right to sleep without saying a word to Chief.

So this afternoon.. with this still weighing on me, I decided to do something nice for Spaz. He’s been doing well in school.. hasn’t been giving too much grief to his teacher’s.. does his homework. .and does what I ask him to do even if he doesn’t do it before I ask him he does make an effort and is sincerely apologetic when I slam him on something. And you know, he has a heart this kid.

So I went and got him a cell phone. Something he’s been wanting for a long time.

I got him a touch screen cell phone. Not a smart phone.. but just as close.

Initially, I was going to get this for me and give him my phone but yknow what? It would be a hand me down and nothing so “WOW” about it. The worse part is is that Spaz would have been completely satisfied with it so because of that, I thought he deserved the new one.

Plus it was a better phone then Bubba had. That wasn’t the sole reason but it was an excellent perk.

So I got it and then I told Chief that I got it.. and why I got it and he was fine with it. Fuck him if he wasn’t but he thought it was a good idea too.

Just so happens that not long after, Spaz came into the shop and told us that because he had all his homework assignments done and because he hasn’t been late for school and was being productive in class, he won a free day from school.. meaning that on any day he chooses, he can spend the day in the school’s library on the computer.

Not sure how much I agree with THAT but it was perfect timing to give him the phone.

Sometimes God does work on my side.

So he stays for a bit and then heads home.

I don’t think he was in the house for 5 minutes before the phone rang and it was a very pissed off Bubba questioning his father on why Spaz got a cell phone.

And then it was CHIEF’s turn to flip out.. telling Bubba what concern it was of his .. that he has a cell already and what’s the issue? And he wasn’t owed ANY KIND of explaination ESPECIALLY since he’s STILL getting emails from school and Spaz DESERVES to have a phone and BUBBA doesn’t and he didn’t WANT Bubba to have a phone from the start.

I can tell you that I was silently jumping up and down clapping behind Chief’s back.

The thing was, Bubba was pissed because Spaz’s phone was better then his.. and because he knew how much Spaz wanted a phone, he had nothing to taunt him with. The shoe was on the other foot and he didn’t like it one bit.

Of course, it didn’t end there.. but because we were stuck at the shop, we didn’t know to what extent Bubba was torturing Spaz. Spaz did text me to say that Bubba was still crying over the phone but I don’t know if he was actually “crying” crying. But if he was.. who cares. Good for him.

Spaz called once more and Chief told him to just go in his room and play with his phone because right then, “.. I can’t be there to protect you.”

And that’s what I’ve been waiting to hear.. that’s the lightbulb that I’ve been waiting for to go on in his brain.

When we did get home, Bubba was still acting like Eeyore losing his tail and refused to eat dinner at the table. Chief told him that he’s the one alienating himself and acting childish but he was so fed up with him by that point that he was just like, fine.. whatever.. you don’t want to include yourself then our world isn’t going to stop.

And it didn’t..

And Bubba STILL hasn’t done the work he was suppose to do tonight for school and since that means he’s going to fail on his report card, and because the Crack Whore is going to get money hungry getting a lawyer for Weed.. HIS phone is probably going to get turned off.

And if it does..




.. so remember how I was just going on and on about how good Weed was doing with his life?



He got arrested last night.

SO arrested that he was slapped with a 40,000.00 bail and will be doing a lot of sitting in an 8×8 in the county pokey.

And yknow.. this all happened because he got wasted and decided he wanted a lava lamp that was in somebody’s car at 3am.

It all started this morning with a phone call from Chief:

ME: Is there a reason why Bubba is still asleep at 7:30?

CHIEF: Spaz gets out of school at 1:20, Bubba doesn’t have to be in school until 10:30 and Weed got arrested last night.

That’s how I found out.

So I texted the Crack Whore to find out what time he was going to be arraigned and she texted back that she was stuck at work and was “somebody” :: meaning me or Chief :: going to go to the courthouse.

I told her that we were but there was no convincing Chief to go. He was not only throughly disgusted but with everything we went through when he got arrested, he had no desire to sit in front of the same judge and the same chief of police.

I told him that somebody had to go just to sit in the court room with arms crossed and a look of disdain.

That person was me.

So I go down there and wait for about an hour until the judge comes in. I happen to be in the outer court room on my cell when they brought the “prisoners” in.

Weed was one of them and OF COURSE he had to have one of the shop’s t-shirts on. Because of all the GODDAMN shirts he could have gotten arrested in, he had to ADVERTISE the shop in court.

Nice going, asshole.

So he sees me and he says real loud, “.. HI LISA! ARE YOU GOING TO POST MY BAIL?”

I looked at him like he was fucking out of his mind.. which he was because whatever he was on when he got clinked was still altering his reality… and I was like, “Nope.”

Honest to God, the look of surprise on his face was unreal.

When court finally starts, they bring him in front of the judge and I’m the only civilian in there.

As he goes before the judge, he says something like, “.. it’s all lies. I’m innocent”.

The judge ignores him.

He asks if his name is [ his name ] and once again, he has a smart remark.

The judge shoots him a look and then asks if his address is [ his address ] and once AGAIN, he gives a sarcastic remark.

I wanted to strangle him myself and I was hoping that the judge would to end this nightmare but he didn’t. He DID ask him if he was having fun and Weed said that he wasn’t. He then asked how old he was and when Weed said 21, the next thing out of the judges mouth was, “… you have the right to remain silent.”

He was charged with theft, receiving stolen property and public drunkenness. The judge sets bail at 40 grand. He asks Weed if he can post the 4000.00 cash bail. Weed turns to me and I said, “.. I don’t have four thousand dollars for you.”

So he turns back to the judge and says, “.. I don’t have it unless you want to lend it to me.”

I really just wanted to kick his fucking ass.

So he was remanded to county jail where he will sit on his ass until his case is over.. probably.

He’s looking at around 2 years in jail because he was on probation for doing the exact same fucking thing. Even a cat only has nine lives.

After they take him away, I leave and text the crack whore. She tells me that she doesn’t have money to bail him out and I told her that we didn’t either. She said she guesses that he’s going to sit in jail and I said I guess so too.

When I got back to the shop and told Chief, he said that it was the best thing for him. But I was fuming. Fuming because nobody wants to take responsibilty for these kids doing the things that we do.

Not that Weed isn’t responsible for his own choices, but neither of them help the situation. She almost has pills in a candy dish on her end table and Chief .. for some reason .. sees nothing wrong with throwing Weed a nickel bag every once in a while.

And I told him this.

I told him that there are certain lines that I don’t cross but I was crossing them now. He looked stunned but then he told me that I was right. And it wasn’t that I wanted him to acknowledge that I was right.. I wanted him to recognize that what HE was doing was wrong. I have to say that he did.. I know because it bothered him throughout the day.


I’m glad it did.

Then the Crack Whore called.

She said that earlier that night, Weed wasn’t feeling good so she went out and got him NyQuil. When she went to be around 10, he was playing playstation with one of his friends. She figured he was in for the night until around 3am when the so-called friend of Weed’s who always seems to be with him when he gets arrested but ALWAYS is the one that isn’t arrested climbed through her living room window and woke her up to tell her what happened.

When I heard that I was like, “.. and why the hell didn’t you call the cops and have him arrested for breaking and entering?”

She said that the cops had seen him and was waiting for him when he left and that he was arrested but they let him go.


Because I had STOOOPID tattooed on my forehead.

What she doesn’t know is that I know that this so-called friend is also her supplier.

So now Weed’s in the pokey and that means that I’m going to have to do extra time in the shop to cover and I know that somewhere done the road the Crack Whore is going to start hitting us up for money for a lawyer because after she comes down from HER alternate reality, she’s going to want to get him out because poor baby, he’s in jail.

So another story for the book that I really should be writing!