PAINFULLY BIPOLAR (PART II)

Painfully Bipolar Part II

*He’s seated on his old recliner listening to his sound system. Groovy FM 89.2*

“I’m not happy here (nah), with her rather have you (yeah) rather have me too…”

Turns down the music volume….

I love this song, it tells a lot,

My feelings are so tied to the lyrics like a knot,

The neighbors next door could use this,

I don’t know if it would do as they please,

Better than the songs they keep singing,

It’s a paradise and it’s a war zone, my ears keep on ringing,

Maybe we all need pillow talk,

We all have issues we keep in stock,

Kind of reminds me of myself,

Wait, wait wait why does it all have to be about me… damn you self-centered piece of crap!!

You always play the victim…that’s not the story mate!

*Thumping sounds are heard on the other side of the wall. These walls are thin*

Making love gain? The sixth time today,

But nothing in this building ever sounds okay,

The neighbors always sound so angry,

Let me grab some food, all this thinking is making me hungry,

Meanwhile…..

Cliff: how in the world are you pregnant? For sure that’s not mine. I will beat the truth out of you right now. Who you been messing around with? My homeboy Trey? Lamar? Amir? Tell me right now!

Sasha: what do you mean who? I’ve been with you for 4 years now. I freaking love you so much. This baby might be the beginning of something good. I want an actual life with you.

*Sasha can barely stand. Totally bruised face covered with tears. Her make up ruined*

Cliff: I’m ….I'm sorry baby. I overreacted. We will take care of it together. I promise.

Sasha: please don’t leave me. Especially right now. I need you.

*Cliff embraces his girl like he didn’t just try to beat the crap out of her 10 minutes ago*

Cliff: I’m going out to buy more groceries.

Sasha: but don’t we have enough already?

Cliff: You questioning me?

Sasha: No baby no! I’m sorry.

*Cliff grabs his gun and heads out. He never goes out without his gun. Come to think of it he never carries anything other than his glock. Comes back home with plenty of stock. Balling? Amazing! He heads out to go grab “groceries”. Sasha nurses her own wounds. But still cries every time she’s in the shower*

That was some good grub,

Not my cooking, just an order from the food hub,

Reminds me of her cooking,

*Pulls out a picture from his pocket*

I always took cookies from your jar without anyone looking,

But little did I know if I take this cookie now one day I’ll do the time,

*Door knocked furiously*

Wow, guests!

Barry: open the door bastard. Didn’t your mother teach you manners?

*He opens the door*

Barry: your rent is 3 months overdue. I get complaints from your neighbors about loud music in the morning. Get your shit together dead beat. Fix everything or you’ll be sleeping on your dead mother’s tombstone.

*Barry the landlord leaves immediately. He barely spoke. In fact he didn’t say a thing. All he did was hear Barry’s bullshit stories. Come on now, won’t you defend yourself? He looks at the picture again*

Here lies your dead beat son,

I tried my best, to the best I can,

But what they fail to know is that I am human,

 Something understood by this affectionate woman,

It’s okay not to be okay,

Barry, Barry, Barry

Talks shit, walks shit and always in a hurry,

Little did he know his wife is out there hunting?

For love, affection and attention what all sweethearts keep wanting,

Barry goes out, harry comes in,

But I don’t this he is there to show his magic wand,

Which she really grew fond,

Or is he? Naughty Harry!

*Before closing the door Cliff meets up with him. Makes eye contact with him. But he is unbothered. So much sarcasm. How does he do that for Christ sake*

Cliff: whatchu looking at big head? Why are you gay?

*He shuts his door, not a single word*

Cliff: yeah you better! So weird.

*He lights up his fifth cigarette today. First smoke makes him cough*

There’s a story behind this filter,

There was a summer before this winter,

Sometimes I’m okay about it,

Other times I care less about it,

*Bipolar alert!*

My heart is emptier than my stomach,

I seat, listen to sad songs on audio Mack,

The pain of losing a mother,

The boomer was my all, I had no other,

But the blood was never the same,

She offered help when I was put to shame,

An orphan, a reject always felt like an outcast,

But the one woman who never saw me as cursed,

Shot dead at our backyard,

*The nicotine is starting to get the best out of him*

Damn! Those times were hard,

I remember I was sixteen,

Tried the smoke, loved the smell of nicotine,

But it was just never enough,

Married to the streets and fell in love,

Street rules say ‘no snitching’,

This rule normalizes killing,

What a wonderful world….

Gina: The cost is clear get inside Harry.

Harry: you sure he’s gone? Finally, my turn to have some fun.

Gina: aww my love I missed you so much. Why didn’t you call me today or answer any of my calls?

Harry: I told you, I had class today. Quite a long day.

*Gina pours wine on two glasses. What a mood she’s in. cover up for who? Harry is in for a treat*

Harry: Do you fancy starting a family with me? Forget that cheese cake of a husband.

Gina: come again?

Harry: I want to start a FAM…

Gina: I heard you the first time sweetheart. Chill bro! Are you nuts? And I thought alcohol makes me mortal. How on earth will a twenty two year old ‘Justin Bieber’ start a freaking family with a forty something year old “Madonna” or should I say “ ma-don’t know” start a family?

Harry: But love is the solution.

*sips wine*

Gina: so as salt water but do you see it trying to start a family? Shut up and please me before my husband comes back.

Harry: …

Later that evening….

*Sasha had been waiting for his boyfriend for hours. But he was stuck in her thoughts for hours and hours. So stuck that she came up with over 500 baby names to choose from. But where was his ‘king’?*

Sasha: it’s almost six, where the hell is he? Should I call him? Nooo he said he never likes being bothered but he is a really busy man.

*wow Sasha. Why are you so naive?*

*Sasha checks her social media. Unfortunately she cant take a good selfie because of that black eye right there. What she does find is a spammed link. It was actually a poem, “Iron Rose”*

Sasha: Hmmmmmm…..mmmmmmmmh…….heeee okay!

*hear that sound? That’s the sound of a woman learning, becoming strong. That needed to be feared*

Received text message….

Sasha: unknown number. Who the hell is this?

*A video was attached to the message. The message read “I can do better sis”. The video was cliff making love to another woman. This lady had guts. Nothing but guts. She recorded and sent???!!! Isn’t she scared of Sasha, better yet Cliff himself???This is interesting*

Sasha: After all I’ve been through. After all the….the….the…..the pain.

*Sasha weeps with so much pain*

It’s a cold world….

Barry: Honey I’m home!

To be continued…….

-Wayne-