Families always have problems, I know that. Mine just seemed to have more than most. My uncles had all spent time locked up and now they couldn’t get work. My mother was a drunk and my dad had never been in the picture. To say we were dysfunctional was an understatement.

Somehow mom had managed to buy the house we were in. It was small, just a few bedrooms and a kitchen/ living area. It was full of people, though.

We became the crash pad for anyone in the family with nowhere to stay, which was pretty much everybody. They blamed the bad economy. I blamed the stuff they kept snorting up their noses. Fear of another beating kept me from ever saying anything Like that.

I’d had my own bedroom until my Last uncle moved in. Uncle Eddy told mom he “needed” to have a comfortable bed. He was creepy enough he probably wouldn’t have cared if I stayed. My mother told me I could sleep on the couch, but she spent most nights there passed out drunk.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Occasionally I found myself sleeping in a chair on the front porch.

a shock when I managed to

turned eighteen I’d got out of

hours down the interstate in a seedy motel. My boyfriend drove me and my meager belongings to the motel. His

the motel was not exactly nice,

anyone else’s to stay there. I had my own bed and

spic and span. Soon I learned to avoid Mr. Pensky, the manager, just like I’d

hands were red and raw from the chemicals I used. After a

were mostly old grimy men. They tried to grope me daily, but I was fast. I’d

times a day. For once, I could lock my room, so nobody stole what I bought. I rarely had fresh fruit or

the bus and went down to the coast. There was a place there the to’ ts ‘tf you climbed the steep

was a shock when I managed to graduate high

turned eighteen I’d got out

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