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My Story: Part Tres
My Story: Part Tres
   Our story continooooos:Â
   When last we left our heroine Theresa, she was "infanticipating" and none too happy about it. From what I can assertain, Theresa not only shared her father's red hair and quick temper but also some of his racial biases. She'd sleep with a black man because, well, times were tough.. and bid'ness was bid'ness but the thought of having a dark skinned, kinky haired, thick lipped little monkey child (I have heard a number of my dipshit relatives refer to black children thus so I can only presume that these thoughts went through Theresa's booze soaked mind ) was just too revolting. She thought of an abortion but back then, in addition to being illegal, it was notoriously unsafe. Reports of women found butchered at the hands of back alley abortionists with coat hangers were rampant. So, she decided against that alternative,(and am I glad!).  She did however remain in contact with her mother, Mona, sporatically,  over the years and eventually, just weeks before the "big day"  informed her mother of her plight, leaving out the sperm donor's race, of course. She didn't wanna chew THAT gum until she had to. So, early, Lord, one summer morning, Theresa checks into a local clinic and gives birth to a healthy baby girl, bald as an egg, with big green eyes, tiny Irish features and skin the whitest of white. Now, it is a known fact that some black childred start out light at birth then develop coloring later, but this was not the case with Theresa's baby. But Theresa didn't stick around to find this out. The day after having given birth, she up and left the clinic, dissappearing into the night, not to be seen or heard from for years.  The clinic called her father and mother,(she having put them down as next of kin) who came and took charge of the opstreperous, boisterous infant. Every inch an O'Blather.Â
  And that baby was me.
Meanwhile:
    Nathaniel gets to Korea in time to spend a few harrowing months slinging shit on a shingle in an army mess hall before peace breaks out. He comes home, none the worse for wear, to a new baby son named Jason Daniel, called "Jake" or "Jakie" by family and close friends (and born just four months before Theresa's baby) and a wife who is showing signs of an impending flight from reality. He is completely unaware of the drama unfolding back in West By God because(according to him) he has completely forgotten the entire encounter. Which I 'aspose is possible. I mean what's a two day horizontal mambo out of a whole lifetime? He follows his dream and applies to the police academy(where he meets and gets to know future controversial Los Angeles police chief Darryl Gates) and is accepted. He fell in love with motorcycles while in the army an upon his graduation,  became one of the first black motorcycle officers on the LAPD. According to legend, the first time someone shot at him, he quickly put in for a transfer to Internal Affairs where he remained until his retirement in 1980 something. Not a whole lot of history of testicular fortitude in the Wannabee family it would seem. He never lost his love for motorbikes though and owned and rode one till the day he died. His son Jake inherited his father's love of "hogs".
Next Episode: I Get A New Family (sheesh)
reguards
yer that was a double edged sword pal
bugg
posted on Apr 1, 2008 4:54 PM ()
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