So I told her that we all used Cameron’s hot tub. Me, Bryce, Jake, Sarah… She asked if the Green Brothers’ parents ever used it, and I said I’d never been there when they had.
I was cautioned, “Make sure you don’t find yourself in there with their step-father if their mom isn’t out there. You don’t know a lot about married women. They get jealous.”
My head was kind of cocked while the advice processed. It echoed back the moment their step-dad answered the door with no one else home. My feet on their carpet suddenly seemed questionable but I went in and used their burner for an hour or so, anyway. Only difference was being aware of the little white line I’d stepped over in the hallway.
I didn’t think to look for them. Guess a lot of voyagers who get across can really fuck everything up others have going. People who have them painted or strung, can be absolutely paranoid, etc etc etc… Anyway. It gave me more to consider, and I can usually recognize that border. I think it’s kind of a funny thing, to be conscious about.
You know? Why is it my business, to do the worrying for someone else’s marriage in proportion to my little ol’ presence?
I am reminded of this whole concept after having heard from boomer generation/mother of central clique figure Justin, that Bryce‘s parents are getting divorced. Bryce is an only child raised in the “Manhill Mansions” and basically portrays everything contradictory to the ghetto scene he tries to claim. His wife beaters have tags on them that read Structure. Daddy buys him a bike and he dreams about being a hell’s angel, kinda deal.
So Bryce’s parents are splitting up! Wow. I should probably be thinking something deeper than “Man, I hated that bitch” but I’m not. Last year, I filled a vehicle full of lilacs and went around delivering light lavendar boquets – when I got to Bryce’s house, I walked right past the mother and handed them to her husband. On purpose.
I guess a lesson told is not always a lesson followed.