CHOOSE RANT

Title:   Misadventures Day:    March 30th, 1998 Author:  Ruiner Song Reference:   'Ziploc', by Ice-T. Yeah, back in the day I used to be a big rap fan. Ice-T. House of Pain. N.W.A. Fun stuff, and I still pick up some albums every so often. Cypress Hill is still pretty good in my book. They didn't fall out of favor like Public Enemy did. And they didn't sell out like Everlast (formerly of House of Pain when he had some style).				Ah yeah. Once again, I'm back in the place to be... The Minds Eye. The E-Y-E. I'll never get Featured, so... Oh, sorry. Didn't realize you were listening. Had a Rap Moment, there. Gonna try and start this off on a lite note, given that I'm usually downtrodden or trying to apologize for not working on this. My main fan, and detractor, Arawn should be giving me more grief about this. But he did put a link up on his page and blast me for not working for a long time. And why? Who knows, who cares. I'm back. (and I actually have a few of these planned out, so watch it) I'm still at a loss for what to put on the rest of the page. It seems rather self-serving to just put up all this BS about my life and opinions. I still want to use it as a playground for new web tricks. But I keep doing that on the Other page, so... Got to be something to talk about. I know. There's this girl I know. For intents and purposes and to protect those who have no innocence, we'll call her... a tramp. ;) Actually, I found that I don't need to use the name. All the better. She's the daughter of this couple I know and love, and boy is she a handful. She's a few years younger than me, which puts her in her early twenties. A recent mother of one, (who is a cute kid, BTW) and married yet seperated. She lives with her folks, somewhat taking advantage of them. You know how it goes. So anyway. Recently she's been working late shift at a mill, something I know very well from my sordid past. No fun. And you have to work to have a social life. Of course, being female (and yeah that's a jab of sorts) it's not that hard to have the social life. Snap of the fingers, might you say? Heh. So she's working, taking turns with her mother in raising the child. All the while, she's still messing around with the estranged husband, just for kicks. Until he gets this bright idea. Tax time rolls around and she gets this wonderful return, probably for being the somewhat single mother working her butt off. Over a thousand, we know. Well, her man, who does not work I believe, tells her of this great plan. 'Let's drive down to Florida, get a place, jobs, and live the good life.' Sounds good, if you're Peter Friggin' Pan and know a little magic. And the girl, who I had recently given credit to for being more mature and growing up wiser, makes her decision. 'Sure, let's pack up the kid and go...' You can see where this is going. So without any adieu, she promptly quits her job, takes her car (cos' he doesn't have one), packs up the belongings and the kid, and down to Florida they head. Oh, we're in North Carolina, just in case you missed it. They got a juicy tax return and they're on their way. She doesn't even bother to tell the parents, just disappears. So they arrive in Florida and get a place. Probably have some fun the first night (got to give them the benefit of the doubt). Life is peachy, and this ain't a Korn album. One night down there, probably the first or second, dude tells the girl that he's going to go out, get a paper so they can look for jobs and a place to stay permanent like. So he heads out - at 10:00 at night. He has the car and all the money. And he never comes back. He has pretty much all of the stuff as well... her clothes, bag whatnot... the baby's clothes. All of it. And all of her money. Meanwhile, back in NC, a mildly concerned mother gets a phone call from a distressed daughter. Two days and the guy has not returned. No word. So, the girl begs for a bus ticket, which she actually has to get from her grandmother. (Way to go mom!) So her and the baby make their trek back to the homeland. Ah, such a sad, sad, story... if you're a schmuck and have pity for her. The child, sure. He shouldn't have to endure the mistakes of the parents. And he's real young. But not that young. When he talked to his grandma on the phone, he said that daddy wasn't coming back. Probably had more sense than his mother. Does the story end there? Well, mostly. Her dad is pissed at her for being stupid, and he's ready to manhandle the guy. She's lost most all of her possessions, and well, she didn't have much dignity to begin with. But, lo and behold, the guy returns to NC. He ended calling his parents up to get some money for gas to make it back. Where is the money, you say? My guess, ask some crack dealer in Miami and he'll give you some pointers. Dude said he was kidnapped by these guys, and they kept him in a trailer for a week before he could get away. I agree with her mother on this one. Hmm, a thousand dollars, and a car, and a dude with no license? You're dead meat. Thank god, the girl isn't swallowing this story. Dad hasn't gotten his hands on him yet, and he's estranged from his own family at the moment. She got her car back. And the sad question I have is: How long before they're back together? B.Mooney