Demetra of Oakland
Apr. 23rd, 2003 10:07 pmWe went out to dinner tonight, and while we were waiting for our food, I remembered something that occurred at the grocery store a long time ago. I have no idea what caused me to remember it. Maybe it was the prok chops.
The thing I remembered happened somewhere during the 3 years between the time my girlfiriend OD'd and when I finally stopped drinking. I was living in a really miserable apartment in Oakland. I ate a lot of frozen dinners, because the cockroaches stayed away from the oven. It was part of our agreement.
Anyway, I was at the grocery store, buying frozen dinners and whatever it was I got drunk with at the time. When I got to the checkout, the checker was having a conversation with the girl who was bagging. They were oblivious to my presence. She was having husband trouble. As she rang up my stuff, she picked up one of the frozen dinners and showed it to the bagger. She says, "If he doesn't shape up, he'll be eating these for dinner". She didn't actually add "like this loser", but all three of us know that's what she meant.
Her name was Demetra. It's those little details that make memories interesting.
At the time, I didn't think my life could get much lower, but I was wrong.
The thing I remembered happened somewhere during the 3 years between the time my girlfiriend OD'd and when I finally stopped drinking. I was living in a really miserable apartment in Oakland. I ate a lot of frozen dinners, because the cockroaches stayed away from the oven. It was part of our agreement.
Anyway, I was at the grocery store, buying frozen dinners and whatever it was I got drunk with at the time. When I got to the checkout, the checker was having a conversation with the girl who was bagging. They were oblivious to my presence. She was having husband trouble. As she rang up my stuff, she picked up one of the frozen dinners and showed it to the bagger. She says, "If he doesn't shape up, he'll be eating these for dinner". She didn't actually add "like this loser", but all three of us know that's what she meant.
Her name was Demetra. It's those little details that make memories interesting.
At the time, I didn't think my life could get much lower, but I was wrong.