In a word: Ewwww.
I was done with the whole thing, or so I thought.
A month later, since I hadn’t been around as much, the curtain began to fall on our little stage of fools. In a span of about two weeks, everyone scattered like rain. First John and Wendy moved out, after John got a better job and a nicer place to live. By nicer, I mean that Julia wasn’t nearby. The conversation went something like this:
“Hey, I just wanted to let you know, Wendy and I are moving out.”
“Oh, I see. Where to?”
“We found a place in another town. Job opportunity.”
“Good luck. What about your lease?”
“My sister’s going to move in and take over the lease. That’ll save me from being penalized. I’m warning you though, she’s a little messed up in the head. A few months ago she overdosed on prescription medication at the same time she was high on Meth. After she almost put a gun in her mouth, she spent some time in rehab, so she’s still kinda recovering.”
“Oh goody.”
James came by, at one point, asking to borrow a belt for a job interview. Turns out things in his life were changing too, as his new girlfriend had moved in with him, and they were talking about getting married. I wasn’t sure who to pity more.
Julia approached me with the news shortly thereafter that her boyfriend, Luke, had asked her to marry her. May I remind the jury that they had been together less than a month, and that he had recently gotten out of prison?
To top it off, they were all moving into a trailer together. Luke, being the catcher, was going to be catching Julia as she fell. Lindsey, and Lindsey’s child would be joining them.
I pray for that child.
I distinctly remember having a vision at that point of Julia, a few years down the road. Images started flashing into my mind like some twisted psychic viewmaster.
*Click-Shuunk*
Julia, living in a trailer with a convicted felon, a sociopathic mother, and a defenseless child, near broke and hating it.
*Click-Shuunk*
Julia, pregnant, and Luke having skipped out on her as soon as he found out.
*Click-Shuunk*
Julia, at the age of 25, with a seven year-old that was already well down the road of crime, both of them mooching off of Joe Taxpayer for welfare.
*Click-Shuunk*
Julia’s child in prison, waiting to get out so that he could start the whole sequence all over again with some other confused woman of 18, and Julia probably pregnant again, hopefully (but probably not) somewhat financially stable at that point.
I pulled the little disc thingy out of the mental viewmaster and threw it away. This was far too disturbing. The worst part is, somehow, inexplicably, I knew it was going to come true.
As I’ve said before, I’m a prophet…
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