Day by Day
I look up to the alarm buzzing in my
ear. I let
out a sigh when I relize that it is actually
5:30
am.... did I even sleep at all?
My bones ache with every movement I make,
and I'm
so tired I can barely get my eyes to open.
The night
was full of restless sleeping, as sweat
dripped all
over my body, and my sheets.
I go to the shower and start to peel my
wet
clothes off, when a wavw of nausea hits
my stomach. I
double over and vomit uncontrollably into
the porclin
Goddess.
It takes every ounce of energy I have
to finish
my shower and get down stairs, where I
start my coffee
and have a toke out of my pipe. Marijuana
is the only
thing that can subside this stomach sickness.
After my morning joint, coffee and cigerette,
I
head upstairs to wake my boys. It's time
to go to
work for us. We have a paper route of
150 to
deliver every morning.
We hop on our bikes to deliver the papers,
and as
I pedal, I can feel myself becoming more
and more
exhuasted. When we are finally done the
routes, my
bones ache and I am usally dizzy as heck....
and the
Dr. told me excercise was good.
Once we're back home I get the boys ready
for
school and they do their chores. They
get paid well
to do their chores everyday. I feel bad
that I make
them do as much as they do do, but I just
don't ever
seem to have the energy to take care of
the house
myself.
While the boys are a school, I clean up
the
house, tiring me out for the rest of the
afternoon...
which I usally play away in a cha\ir with
video games.
At night, I lay a wake staring at the
ceiling
until I finally pass out. When I do have
marijuana.... the others times I toss
all night.
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