Andy, my dear sweet son, has hit the wall. In jail, weed in his pocket, no money, no job, wife fed up with trying to take care of him. In Ohio, far away. Combative.
What to do? From here? Not sure yet, the only information I have is from Frankie, his distraught wife. We both love him, but that is one of the few things we have in common. She's of another world, we don't argue, but we aren't much support for each other either.
If I bail him out, can I get him out here? Unlikely if he needs to go to court. I'm worried about him going to prison for being mentally unstable, combative and in possession. I'm sure that can happen pretty easily. Andy in jail is a horrible thought.
It's foggy here and I can hear one lone cow moaning somewhere. Sympathetic bovine. Life certainly does change fast sometimes.
Not sure what to do yet.
Stay on the side of Love, bat the Fears away if possible.
Ok, it is now 12 years later, and I am curious about how the story achieves resolution; or not.
ReplyDeleteLast time we communicated, you were angry at me because I wouldn’t give you Darla’s information. Then Darla decided to visit you. If I had it to do over, I would absolutely give you the information because I value the memory of you as a friend more than I value my relationship with my sister, who is a solipsistic bitch living in the middle of nowhere, which is to say Ohio; where the flyover people live.
My email address hasn’t changed and all these decades drop me a line and I can tell you about life in Canada. Love and peace, Kevin