Chapter 30: There Must be Some Way Outta Here
Olive and Harley Semple, the author’s grandparents _______________________________ |
(Sioux City)
There must be some kind of way outta here
said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion...
I can’t get no relief.
– “All Along the Watchtower,” Jimi Hendrix and Bob Dylan
What a drag – it’s not only literally cold here, but the icy chill coming from Mo is frightening; I definitely want to blow this joint as soon as possible.
Yesterday, when we stepped off the plane, I thought she was going to hit
me. Instead, she said, “You look awful.”
Like she looked so great herself.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” she said.
Dee Dee told her to ice it.
“How could you do this to us?” She burst into tears.
Like I personally set out to hurt her.
Back at the house, I fell into bed and slid into a dream, reliving my
birthday party at Rudy’s – once I ditched my relatives.
The night I met Rick, heart breaker and prick.
Pre-Stoney.
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The author’s W. 3rd Street home (1964-1968) ___________________________________ |
“There Must be Some Way Outta Here,” © copyright 2013 - present, by Jennifer Semple Siegel, may not be reprinted or reposted without the express permission of the author. Published in Memoir Madness: Driven to Involuntary Commitment
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