Tuesday

I realized someone can deny a reality without ever coming out and saying that didn't happen. It's way more subtle than that. This evening I'm riding through the 'hood' at the end of our street. When I was almost to the main street I saw a familiar face on the other side of the street and realized it was Pablito, then realized it was Nabal in his truck. Since he changed trucks he doesn't stand out so well and by the time I looked back he took off. Pablito doesn't live there... odd... A while later Nabal calls, "Where you going?" Very cheerful. I asked, "Why?" he sputtered a little. "Why are you acting like this?" He sounded genuinely hurt. Almost. If I didn't live all this crazy junk we call life! I asked why he always had to know where I was going when he never told anyone where he was going? He out and out lied, "I always tell you where I'm going." I said, "Really? You never say where you're going. Didn't you say men don't have to say where they are going? If you said that then you do not always say where you are going." He laughed... Not loud, but a chuckle like you got me. Then preceded to sound hurt. Later he's running around talking in some childlike voice like he's talking to a baby. Get me on Facebook, plug this in. I got so mad. I was working up hours from a job I had. I told him plug it in yourself. He wouldn't and finally I did. "Why you get so mad?" he said in a little lost voice. I said the cord is right at my feet you could have done it yourself. He has come to sit right beside me. I think to annoy me. He said, "But you're closer." By what? A foot? I told him he just wanted me to do something for him he could do for himself. He saw me with the calculator saw me with books out. To me that says he wants me to drop whatever I'm doing because however unimportant whatever he wants done, it's more important than whatever I'm doing. Subtle. And double subtle by the lie about him doing just the opposite of what he in reality does. I'm catching on. If he pretends... That's his game. He was looking for the medicine for his legs. I told him he probably moved it when he was drinking and didn't remember. "I remember everything." Good, now he can be responsible for all his bad behavior. Oh, where was Pablito going? Our boy told me Nabal always drops him to pick up the weed. That boy is probably on his last strike. Nabal is such a good role model...