From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Monday, April 22, 2013
An Afterschool Vacancy in 206
by Jolie Blond (that's me, Cy Jarvis)
04/12/01
Latchkey kids,
living in a crack motel,
are in no hurry
to get 'home'
before their parent.
Maybe not even then.
Sometimes,
they're a little careless
with their keys
and have to ask Monty
at the office
to let them in
to their motel room home.
Sometimes,
Monty gets tired . . .
tired of trudging up
and unlocking
the door for them.
Sometimes,
Monty tells the kids:
"Oh, no.
that was your mom and dad in 206?
Sorry, kid.
They moved."
The scary part
for the latchkey kids
is that sometimes . . .
SOMETIMES . . .Monty's not joking.
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Labels:
crack motel,
Homelessness,
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Los Angeles
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