August 13, 427 DF (Tuesday)

Post date: Oct 6, 2014 8:31:12 PM

So much for getting by. It wasn't us, we weren't the ones that upped the game. And I was wrong about almost everything I thought I knew. We went to the market. I got pick pocketed. Ha. That's the first time I ever had something to pick. Will noticed and made the kid the give me back my coin. I bought the kid some breakfast and told him to make some friends. Good ol' Will, I have always been able to count on Will. Eleven years now we've been friends and he still has my back. Well anyway, we went to go check out rumors of the owner of the Cup and Whistle. It was not what I expected. The nights of my Dad drinking himself into a stupor, the work at the arena, none of that prepared me for what I saw. People were drinking and they were happy. Women were dancing on a stage, the place was well lit and food wasn't rotten and I, well I did smoothing I swore I never would. I didn't know I was doing it but I was drinking alcohol. I thought it was cider, like the kind my Mom used to make back when we could get apples. Apparently, in a bar, Apple Cider has a bit more, um kick than my Mum's. I got a little shit faced and Katya had to steer me out of there. Then, on the way home those little punks from down the street jumped us. They sicced their dogs on us and surrounded us and I don't think they wanted to play patty cake. Those little punks who for months I been saying "Ignore them, don't pay attention to them, they'll lose interest" well they tried to take us out... permanently. When my Dad drinks, he beats up his wife, when I drink, apparently I immolate people. I'm not sure how I did it but all I know is I was pissed and I was tired of turning the other cheek, of being careful not to escalate things, of being a target. I let lose with what I thought was a very eloquent tirade which no one will remember because the guy I was screaming at burst into flames and died. His buddies turned tail and ran home with their tail between their legs but now we're in a whole lot of trouble. I spent my life trying to stay out of the way and out of trouble and now I'm in trouble like nothing I could ever have imagined before and I don't care because nothing is what I thought it was and I'm tired of doing what I'm supposed to do and I'm not the one that started this fight, but I sure as hell going to bring my A game to it and those little shits will not know what hit them. After the hounds are no longer a threat, then I can try to figure out which is up. One thing I am sure of, I no longer want to just get by, I want to thrive, I want all of us to thrive.