Roach Motel
My childhood home was interesting to say the least. We lived in this god awful flat that was a pig pen mainly thanks to my father. I don't know what's got into me the past few days but I've just been unleashing on my childhood. I feel better talking about it I suppose. Mum was the only responsible adult and actually worked I believe I've mentioned that before. Garbage was everywhere, food left on plates, dishes overflowing. If you were to turn on the lights in the middle of the night you'd see what seemed like hundreds of roaches scatter. My brother and I often woke up with them on our faces it was that bad. There were three that never seemed to leave the corner of the ceiling above the shower. My brother and I actually named them. Alex and his parents were their names. We tried to pick up and make things look somewhat presentable but my father and his stupid friends would come over and just rip it to shreds. They were his drinking buddies and were equally as disgusting as he was. One of them urinated in a corner in the lounge which was just lovely. Smelled up the place after awhile but it was all funny to them. None of them actually had to live here except for my father and he just laughed about it. My brother was particularly upset about it. We ended up getting kicked out big surprise there and I believe my father got in trouble for damages done. Yeah big surprise there too of course the man child had to ruin things more before eviction day. Yeah that will show them. Mum ended up taking us to go live with my grandparents for awhile while she figured out a next step. It was revealed to me later on that the reason she had been working so much was to save up money to leave our father anyway but he did us a solid and left us instead not long after all this went down.
I also learned from others who knew him that he was a man of opportunity. Meaning he would just use women to take care of him so to speak. Total unemployment job was being a mooch. It's gross to have this mans surname, to have his blood in my veins and to even so much as to resemble the man. I unfortunately do resemble him quite a bit. Makes me mad when I got dubbed Jason Jr, by family because our temperaments were so similar as well as interests. The same hot temper, the same interests, he too was a musician supposedly, the same zero filter sense of humour, the same big mouth that lands you into trouble. Just why? Is this the curse of being the first born?
I also learned from others who knew him that he was a man of opportunity. Meaning he would just use women to take care of him so to speak. Total unemployment job was being a mooch. It's gross to have this mans surname, to have his blood in my veins and to even so much as to resemble the man. I unfortunately do resemble him quite a bit. Makes me mad when I got dubbed Jason Jr, by family because our temperaments were so similar as well as interests. The same hot temper, the same interests, he too was a musician supposedly, the same zero filter sense of humour, the same big mouth that lands you into trouble. Just why? Is this the curse of being the first born?
26-30, M
