My Dark Well

I didn’t tell the tale of my home life to Dr. Martin the next week because I couldn’t tell myself. It took about six weeks to climb out of that dark well to see it and deal with it. During that time, Dr. Martin was very cool. We played Madden, he taught me how to play chess. I kicked his ass at backgammon and we talked; about my school and his schooling, buying clothes, history and girls. He was direct and caring. After a few weeks, I figured out that he was getting into my head. He did and I couldn’t get him out. So I decided to let him have what he was seeking, the truth.

I saw my mother give the UPS guy a blowjob. Someone at school pulled the fire alarm. So we all filed outside, stood and waited for the alarm to go off; the firemen to tell the principal that all was clear and we would go inside head to the next class. Well, the alarm never stopped and we were outside and missed the next class. Some of the kids were due to have lunch. The teachers were told to line everyone up and we marched over to the athletic field. We sat in the bleachers and they brought us lunch. Eating outside was great and then they called a half day. Everyone was psyched. We were told to call home. I left Mom a voicemail. The bus ride was great. Everyone was so excited. I got let off at the corner with my neighbor Nell. She is part of the nerd herd, but she is in my hood, so we are good. We walked and chatted. She said, oh, you must have a surprise waiting for you because there is the UPS truck. Nell lives across the street and four houses up, so she crossed, waved and started walking fast, she had to pee.