Post holiday let down

Alright, here is the thing. This post has two distinct parts, and you will know when I hit the break. Part one was written while my father was still in the land of the living, the second was from when he wasn't. I didn't have time to post the first part, due to events that occurred in the second. If you think I am callous because I am still posting both parts, or from anything I say here, well, too bad. It's how I am. Deal with it.

Night before New Year's Eve, something odd happened. I was laying in the dark, in the barn, waiting to see how long it would take me to fall asleep, when I found I had a visitor. I hadn't even heard the door open when all of the sudden, I see a figure. A female figure. "Jessica?" I asked. She didn't answer. But I could see a curvy silhouette that could only have been hers. That or else I had inadvertently wandered into a 13 year old's "you can sleep in the barn" joke. Although it was weird, Jessica has dark hair, but from what I could see, the back-lighting made it look red, almost fiery. She walked over and sat on the bed. "I wasn't sure if I should come or not, but I really wanted to see you when nobody else was around" she said. This was starting to get interesting. She sat on the bed. "Do you remember me? We've met before." Turns out I didn't recall this. She was not to be deterred. "A long time ago. I guess you wouldn't really remember. But it's funny, I've been thinking about you all the time, lately, and all of the sudden, here you are!" Well, we conversed for a little bit longer, and then things went where you were probably figuring. No, won't give you any more detail; I am no man's vicarious libido. It was certainly an unexpected diversion. And a whole lot of trouble. Cause frankly, she's too young for Jeff, who is ten years younger than I am. You do the math. She left without a word when we were through. The next morning, Jessica acted like nothing had happened at all, in fact, she acted like she wanted nothing to do with me. Women. Whatever. Probably too embarrassed to admit she tried both branches of the Newkirk family tree. At any rate. Little bro must have found out, because he left that day, girlfriend in tow.

Okay, so remember back when I mentioned Mom coming in, red-eyed and such? Yes, well, it turns out that Dad needed heart surgery, and refused to tell anyone in the family. Why in the hell she chose to share this with me, and not with golden boy Jeff is beyond me. Especially since she knows I am not likely to give a rat's ass. My father gave up any right for feelings toward me, or reciprocation, years ago. So, as you've probably guessed, the old bastard decided to kick the bucket while I was here. But, of course, after Jeff left, and he just can't get any more vacation time off from work to hang around, making it back for the funeral will be tough enough. Lousy piece of... I hope Jessica is pregnant. Nah, Mother would probably just start going on about grandchildren. She is pretty keen on the idea of grandkids that are allowed to see our side of the family. Always been a sucker for that sort of thing. What all this is leading up to, of course, is "Jack, you don't have a real job anyway, you can write your book just as easily down here, right? Can you stay with Mom until we get things straightened out a bit more?" Of course, I agree. What choice do I have? So that is what has been going on since my last post. SOrry I haven't kept up with this or the whole Twitter thing, it's just, I may be an asshole; but I am still a human being. And my father is in the ground. I feel a little bit bad for Mom, I suppose. But nothing else. I will stick around awhile longer, I guess, so she doesn't have to deal with the empty house. But I can't guarantee I will stay sober. And I should be Twittering more, since I will spend most of my time bored out of my skull.

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