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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Childhood / Youth
- Published: 06/25/2015
It was early afternoon and I decided to head into the city. I had just arranged to meet my friend Shane in there. I had two friends living with me, Bobby and Marie. We were all going in together.
I had made the decision to go in after my mother asked if I would baby sit my two younger brothers and sister while they went to the pub for a couple of hours.
It was never just a couple of hours. If I said yes I would still have been waiting for them until well after midnight.
I was used to this routine it had been going on since i was twelve years old, and I didn't mind sometimes looking after them but i did not want to spend all my teenage years at home. I had already babysat the night before.
Before I went I did mum a favour by strolling up the road to the alley way that was attached to a small block of shops. The alley way was lined both sides with thick hedges.
Poked into these hedges was the usual brown paper bag, same place every time. I would think to myself. Wonder why he doesn't find a better hiding place. Although no one had ever found it and the only reason we knew about it was because mum and i had followed him there.
The brown paper bag was warm from the sun beating down on it. To anyone else that saw it they would probably just think it was a bit of garbage.
I popped this bag into the larger brown bag that I had carried with me and headed home.
I walked in the door and mum put her finger up to her mouth and motioned that my step father was in the lounge next to the kitchen where her and I were about to open the contents of the bag.
She whispered "Keep an eye out" as she pored half the contents of the cheap bottle of plonk down the sink and replaced it with water. i leaned against the door where my stepfather sat mumbling something about why I should stay home so that they could go out.
He was already drunk and had been for several hours and certainly didn't need to top up with his alley way plonk.
I looked back at mum with a smirk on my face. She had darted out the back door to an out house where my friends and I slept and put the brown paper bag on my bed. It was ready for me to return it from where I had fetched it in the first place. Only it was half its original strength. She was having a giggle.
My friends Bobby, Marie and I headed into the city after going back down the alley way and carefully placing the brown bag with the watered down plonk exactly where I had taken it from.
After a 35 min bus journey into central Auckland we strolled up and down Queen Street for a couple of hours before the shops shut. We then sat in a café. The Queens arcade café where I worked. We drank cheap perculated coffee. You only had to pay for 1 cup then had refills after that for free.
I was meeting up with Shane at 8.00pm but that was a couple of hours away. My boss commented. "You may as well have come to work."
A little after 8.00 I was picked up. I asked the girls if they wanted to come out with us but they declined and went off night clubbing.
Shane had two other guys in his car with him. We just cruised round town talking to other people.
We got bored of the city after a while and decided to head into a suburb called Ellerslie to met up with some of his friends.
Once in Ellerslie we stopped to talk to some people he knew on the side of the road. We had only been there a couple of minutes and about three cars came up behind us.
"Hey" yelled the driver of one of the cars. Shane got out and went over to his window. I could hear them talking about a huge party and thought, I cant be bothered. I asked if he could go back to town and drop me off first so i could get a bus home.
He had said not to worry the party was in the area i lived in and he would drop me off. I never took any guys home because my step father always said awful things to them and asked them to go get him beer in exchange for a date with me.
At least it was only to be a drop off. Shane only knew the area i lived in and not my address.
We followed the other car loads of people through several suburbs and eventually into my home suburb. The destination was to be, who would have guessed it, my home.
The two guys in the car with us jumped out into an enormous crowd of party goers. Shane then offered to drive me home. I said nothing, I just hopped out of his car and he just followed. I guess he was thinking i had changed my mind about joining the party.
It was about midnight by this time and we walked into the lounge where my brother aged four and sister aged five spotted me. They came up and jumped on me yelling my name. Quite comfortable with the raging party they seemed to be hosting. I turned to Shane and said, This is my brother and sister, then took them off to their bedroom where they should have been many hours before.
I had no idea where mum was. My step father was flaked out in his bed.
Soon after and a visit from the police the party was closed down. Mum was found asleep in my twelve year old brothers bed. I had no idea where he was.
After the last of the party goers said their drunken goodbyes, A few left lying on couches and on the floor, i headed for bed but not before a search of the house for my other brother. I found him asleep in the sunroom.
Bedtime;
Around 1.30am. Bobby and Marie here already home and we were all asleep. Next thing our door gets smashed in by a mad man. It was my step father abusing all of us because he couldn't find my mother.
He had come armed with a very large pot of boiled potatoes soon to become mash that he was pulling out of the pot one at a time and throwing at us and at the walls, yelling obscenities the whole time. The other girls hid under the blankets giggling but i had jumped out of bed with a fright when i heard the door break and was standing there wondering what the heck was going on as a potato whistled past my nose and splattering against the wall like mash.
He ran around the house screaming obscenities until he found mum. My bedroom was full of mashed potato. It was on the wall, in the blankets, on our clothing, just everywhere.
The End
Mash Potato(Gail Moore)
It was early afternoon and I decided to head into the city. I had just arranged to meet my friend Shane in there. I had two friends living with me, Bobby and Marie. We were all going in together.
I had made the decision to go in after my mother asked if I would baby sit my two younger brothers and sister while they went to the pub for a couple of hours.
It was never just a couple of hours. If I said yes I would still have been waiting for them until well after midnight.
I was used to this routine it had been going on since i was twelve years old, and I didn't mind sometimes looking after them but i did not want to spend all my teenage years at home. I had already babysat the night before.
Before I went I did mum a favour by strolling up the road to the alley way that was attached to a small block of shops. The alley way was lined both sides with thick hedges.
Poked into these hedges was the usual brown paper bag, same place every time. I would think to myself. Wonder why he doesn't find a better hiding place. Although no one had ever found it and the only reason we knew about it was because mum and i had followed him there.
The brown paper bag was warm from the sun beating down on it. To anyone else that saw it they would probably just think it was a bit of garbage.
I popped this bag into the larger brown bag that I had carried with me and headed home.
I walked in the door and mum put her finger up to her mouth and motioned that my step father was in the lounge next to the kitchen where her and I were about to open the contents of the bag.
She whispered "Keep an eye out" as she pored half the contents of the cheap bottle of plonk down the sink and replaced it with water. i leaned against the door where my stepfather sat mumbling something about why I should stay home so that they could go out.
He was already drunk and had been for several hours and certainly didn't need to top up with his alley way plonk.
I looked back at mum with a smirk on my face. She had darted out the back door to an out house where my friends and I slept and put the brown paper bag on my bed. It was ready for me to return it from where I had fetched it in the first place. Only it was half its original strength. She was having a giggle.
My friends Bobby, Marie and I headed into the city after going back down the alley way and carefully placing the brown bag with the watered down plonk exactly where I had taken it from.
After a 35 min bus journey into central Auckland we strolled up and down Queen Street for a couple of hours before the shops shut. We then sat in a café. The Queens arcade café where I worked. We drank cheap perculated coffee. You only had to pay for 1 cup then had refills after that for free.
I was meeting up with Shane at 8.00pm but that was a couple of hours away. My boss commented. "You may as well have come to work."
A little after 8.00 I was picked up. I asked the girls if they wanted to come out with us but they declined and went off night clubbing.
Shane had two other guys in his car with him. We just cruised round town talking to other people.
We got bored of the city after a while and decided to head into a suburb called Ellerslie to met up with some of his friends.
Once in Ellerslie we stopped to talk to some people he knew on the side of the road. We had only been there a couple of minutes and about three cars came up behind us.
"Hey" yelled the driver of one of the cars. Shane got out and went over to his window. I could hear them talking about a huge party and thought, I cant be bothered. I asked if he could go back to town and drop me off first so i could get a bus home.
He had said not to worry the party was in the area i lived in and he would drop me off. I never took any guys home because my step father always said awful things to them and asked them to go get him beer in exchange for a date with me.
At least it was only to be a drop off. Shane only knew the area i lived in and not my address.
We followed the other car loads of people through several suburbs and eventually into my home suburb. The destination was to be, who would have guessed it, my home.
The two guys in the car with us jumped out into an enormous crowd of party goers. Shane then offered to drive me home. I said nothing, I just hopped out of his car and he just followed. I guess he was thinking i had changed my mind about joining the party.
It was about midnight by this time and we walked into the lounge where my brother aged four and sister aged five spotted me. They came up and jumped on me yelling my name. Quite comfortable with the raging party they seemed to be hosting. I turned to Shane and said, This is my brother and sister, then took them off to their bedroom where they should have been many hours before.
I had no idea where mum was. My step father was flaked out in his bed.
Soon after and a visit from the police the party was closed down. Mum was found asleep in my twelve year old brothers bed. I had no idea where he was.
After the last of the party goers said their drunken goodbyes, A few left lying on couches and on the floor, i headed for bed but not before a search of the house for my other brother. I found him asleep in the sunroom.
Bedtime;
Around 1.30am. Bobby and Marie here already home and we were all asleep. Next thing our door gets smashed in by a mad man. It was my step father abusing all of us because he couldn't find my mother.
He had come armed with a very large pot of boiled potatoes soon to become mash that he was pulling out of the pot one at a time and throwing at us and at the walls, yelling obscenities the whole time. The other girls hid under the blankets giggling but i had jumped out of bed with a fright when i heard the door break and was standing there wondering what the heck was going on as a potato whistled past my nose and splattering against the wall like mash.
He ran around the house screaming obscenities until he found mum. My bedroom was full of mashed potato. It was on the wall, in the blankets, on our clothing, just everywhere.
The End
Lillian Kazmierczak
08/21/2022Life with a heavy drinker isn't fun! A one sided food fight is scary, but I have to admit, I was laughing as I read it! Thanks for sharing a glimpse of your past!
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Gail Moore
08/21/2022Lillian, my friend is now 66 and is still laughing about this particular incident.
Thanks for seeing the funny side of this story :-)
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