Calm Before The Storm...
Date: May 3rd, 2004 12:05:58 pm - Subscribe
On the third day of Christmas my dealer gave to me
One pair of socks, two T-Shirts and a
new bag of crystal rock P...
I reckon I should take out shares in the New Lynn Placemakers hardware store...they've sold more white powder to me in the last three months than all the junkies in K Road could have ever snorted. My 17 yo son has punched yet another hole in the wall of the hallway during a 'P' rage. It comes and goes...Jekyl and Hyde. It's ironic how you hear on the news here how the Government and Police are trying to fight 'P' in NewZealand, yeah right...they couldn't even help out a 17 year old kid when he needed it. So we wait out the calm spots, like the calm before the storm...waiting...waiting...I stare at the beads of sweat above his top lip, watch his fists clench and unclench as his knuckles turn crimson, wait for the transformation...he's been awake for four days running, I can hear him pummelling at the punch-bag in his sleepout over and over and over and over and over and over and over...
one morning I'm gonna walk out there and find him dead...
"What's Santa bringing you for Christmas son?"
"He'll bring me a bag of 'P' if I'm good..."
He used to be an A+ student...
But he's chosen nightmares for dreams.
So I wait for the calm spot again...like a comma in a sentence, a temporary pause...and I pretend that everything is normal in our white, suburban house...with the holes in the walls...I don't think I'll bother filling those holes any more, I'll let the rats crawl inside through them.
Comments: (0)
