My Purse

My wife started buying me a certain sort of pants, like sweatpants since I have been ill. I had a case where I couldn’t get my zipper and waist buttons done while people wanted in the bathroom at a restaurant dinner.
They don’t accommodate belts.
For some years I have been either in the hospital, or recovering from surgeries, and if it hadn’t been for powerful pain medications, there is no way I could have survived.
So I have pants that don’t have pockets.
I’ve started bit by bit to be capable of leaving the house, a little more. When I could drink I was more of an extrovert, but if I drink now I throw up.
I sometimes miss the numbing and buzz of measured beer. Neither to get drunk or be sober was the aim. I see nothing wrong with self medicating.
The thing about drinking buddies in the is that the majority are no more than that. I was sitting at the bar some years ago and came home to tell my wife it was disconcerting that 3 out of 5 at the bar weren’t any longer allowed to drive.
If I got drunk, I called my wife, or I walked. Getting caught on a DUI is pretty bad news for the rest of your life anymore. I long had a commercial license, and once was forced to blow over in Mebane, and was legal for my commercial license, 04.
They still threatened me with arrest, were depressed they hadn’t caught another fish, where it was no more than a rain blind turn around the wrong side of the traffic island.
Other day now I went to the store and was getting out when two guys approached me wanting a bit more money. One came on talking to me like I was a yard dog to be soothed into dropping its guard. The other got to the other side and was peering at the front seat.
I felt week, and got me and my purse in the car to ride in a circle back to the store door.
Where is my pepper spray?
I can’t fight anymore. I thought about going horseback riding but remembered the wrong jar to my neck and I’m paralyzed from the neck down.
For years I’ve had two shoulder bags. One is one like you could get from the tiny notice on the original that takes you to the store of things with the flag on them. The yellow laptop and files bag, is excellent for larger needs.
The thing I am using as my new purse, has a couple of front pockets, I’ve learned to put the money and keys in. Those Armani purses that cost thousands, I wonder what they are like inside. There were some on the market that glowed inside from phosphors, that look practical.

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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