Saturday, July 29, 2006
Today I received a surprising email from my son, Brian. He had found my email address when he saw his grandma's obituary and I had signed the guest book, leaving my address.
I was stunned that he contacted me; after all, the last time I spoke to him three years ago he told me to "fuck off, lose my phone #, lose my address". I was really leery, because he disappeared once before for four years and only finally contacted me when he was desperate and needed money, but I replied asking him to call me, which he did.
He is in Georgia with his new girlfriend, living with some of her relatives. He went on and on about how these people take most of his paychecks for rent and then make him and his girlfriend do everything around the house. He said his girlfriend's grandmother, who is back in Kansas, has broken her hip and they are leaving Georgia to go back and take care of her grandmother.
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