one bastard, two bastard, green bastard, blue bastard

Bad joo joo day.

I realized very early on that the tires I bought last week were completely bald. It was made increasingly apparent to me, later on in the day, when not one, but TWO law enforcement Rangers were pretty much yelling at me for my misfortune.

Today at work, there was a medical on the tour in front of me, and in the tour behind me. Both were teenage girls, fainting or getting sick, so no heart attacks or terrible things. On my last Balcony House tour, there was this Australian girl with red hair and freckles, and I honestly wanted to steal her, she was so cute. She and her brother were hanging out with these American kids, and they were all around the kiva, and this one kid tripped and his leg went down a ventilation shaft. My heart literally dropped. I don't think I have ever been that scared in my life. I don't think I have ever felt that much empathy in my life before. I immediately went to him, and it was fucked up because all the adults just stood there and were completely silent. I was the adult, but truth be told I felt like a child. He was crying, but he was okay. He could walk. I was very shaken, and started the tour again. In retrospect, it was retarded, the way I went into panic mode, and five seconds later I was back to my old bullshit routine. I was so happy, so insanely relieved that nothing happened today medically. I also drove home on my bald tires without a blowout so blessed be to Him.

Then I got home, and my mom had some horrible and yet oh so perplexing news: my father received a letter from the state of New Mexico claiming he owed back child support on a kid, this time a Mexican kid. The fucked up thing is, that "kind" is 34 years old! So yeah. And the stupid part is, it doesn't even have his name in the letter, just "Buy Sell Trade" and our address (which is from his business card). So now I have another half-brother; the other one is Navajo, and this one is Mexican. I told Jack that the Philippino and the Jamaican are going to be on the way. How many bastards has my Dad spurned? The only thing I know is that I am glad I am not a man, because at least I know when I have kids. Also, I got really upset and threatened my mom to cut myself off, because of the whole affair. I mean, I guess I would if I had to, but I'd rather not at this point...at least till I graduate.

So yeah -- Lemans trouble (YET AGAIN), medical issues, and bastards all over the four corners.

And I ended it all by boiling a pipe, preparing a hopeful encounter with a "Dark Brother" (no, not a hot black guy, I am not that lucky)