One day when bored, my daughter read my blog and this little story led her to discover her half brother. I am glad I hold details of certain types in my head. Only one close would know what I know and the facts cannot be refuted. We have pictures to boot. LOL *wink* Too bad I can't remember her younger sister's mother's last name. However, I do know where she lives. Hum...I forgot to mention that fact as the house she lived in was OWNED and not rented. She lived in Gravesend off Ave. X and her name was Joanne. Little sis is Andrea, however, she is older than my daughter's brother. He is the baby of the lot.
Okay, Drew beat the crap out of Erin and Joanne and used them. He punched me a few times and blackened my eye, however, I sliced him and beat the crap out of him. When I broke a bottle over his head publically, he didn't file charges. Maybe he liked it. Hell, he got his face punched and head banged into the wall in front of his friends and his ass kicked from the West Village to Rivington Street and he did SFA (sweet fuck all). Mind you, he was 6' 3" and had a record for armed robbery and attempted murder and served prison time at Fishkill Correctional Facility. NO FEAR here. Uh uh. Considering that I sold all his clothes, guitars, amps, cords, wha wha peddles, actually everything he owned, he still wanted me. Weird huh? Nah...MAXIMUM. Take no prisoners: take no shit. ~ Arachne ~ 3/12/07 11:21 p.m.
He was a Long Island guy who lived in a dive on the lower east side and I was a burnout from south Brooklyn who met while enjoying the entertainment that only Wendy O could provide. The Brooklyn Zoo was jam packed that night and you could loose yourself if you were not hanging on tight enough.
Pam (Horse Head) and I had gone to the show together, but somehow, and as usual, we lost each other in the crowd. Just hanging there with everyone else with my blue, pink, and black hair with green metallic high-top sneaks and some wild vest that had sooo many buttons bah!!! Anyway, there I am minding my own damn business when someone, who I could not see (too many people) grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd only to release me deeper within??? Again, minding my own business, someone in the crowd thinks I am a chicken and grabs my breast. I turned, but could not figure out who did it. This happened a few times and then I grabbed his hand and than slapped him. When that was done and peace was made, we moved out of the crowd to the sides and started talking. He was real drunk and threw up on me and himself. As I did not give a fuck back then as I don't give a fuck now, I dragged him into the ladies room to clean him up. The guy who dragged me through the crowd was Drew's friend. He was getting me for Drew. Weird huh? (HORSE HEAD was a name that Drew gave to Pam as he thought she was ugly.)
After the show, Pam, Drew, Drew's friend, and I all headed back to my apartment to hang and to sobber Drew up. I told him to shower and made some coffee. After taking off his clothes, he wrapped himself in a towel and came out of the bathroom and invited me to shower with him. Saying "no thanks" to the prospect, he finally showered and came to chill out with us. By this time it was the wee hours of the morning and he was starting to nod despite the coffee. Pam was going home with his friend and he did not want to go back to Manhattan, however, I did not want him at my place as I didn't know him. So I made him leave when they left. He slept in the train that night.
A couple of weeks later, Pam called to say that Drew's friend wanted my number to give to Drew and would I let her give it. I said "sure." When Drew called, he was real sweet and read me poetry and played his guitar and I wanted to see him again. We dated for a bit staying mostly in Manhattan, but his apartment was real bad. Real real bad. It used to kick when I would end up on the lower east side alone at 3:00 a.m. on my way home (his house) and these messed asses would say "hey meda (sp?) mommy!" from dark doorways. Right in spirit or nuts, I would tell them off saying something like "what do you all have the same mother?" Yeah, I have a mouth on me.
Realizing that keeping two apartments was crazy as we were both paying around $300 per month, he dumped his place and moved in with me. As a compromise was struck, he got rid of some of his stuff and I got rid of some of mine...duplicate things were discarded. Yet when that van dumped the final load (3 loads), wow what a mess we were in. There was no place to move around in. It felt like his stuff invaded my space and I was frustrated...he was frustrated. Believe it or not, it look a few weeks for us to settle. Things come and go, but memories of a loved one live on in eternity regardless of the relationship's ending. RIP Drew! My lucky 13 Scorpion! We both had studios apartments which means most of your living was done in one room...his bathing and bathroom were just about in his kitchen. Wait...his kitchen was in his living room which was his bedroom which was all in one room. HA HA HA Good old Manhattan 6 story walk-up. Why would they put glass shards sticking out of the cement on the exterior windowsill on the TWO windows in his place when it was six floor up? Ok, it would cut off or badly cut the fingers of someone trying to hang on from outside. Maybe that will explain the neighborhood. Hum.
The first song my daughter ever heard was by the Scorpions called In Trance. She was newborn (1 day old) with headphones on plugged into a Sony Walkman! Nix is Drew's kid.
Gee, I even had the ballz to call Erin to tell her: It's a girl. Ah, the bitch bought Nix something before her birth and we buddied up years before. Besides, I can relate to ex-gal pals real good. Oh yeah, Erin's son is my daughter's younger brother.
Side note: Erin was Drew's social worker when he was in UNDER 21. Her daddy was a hot shot NYC lawyer with a penthouse on Park Avenue, yet she lived in the slum. Gotta give her credit for that one.
She (Erin) is a story unto herself. *smirk* ~ Arachne ~ March 1, 2007 @ 9:36 p.m.
WE BE ROCKIN~
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