Percy

Percy and I met many MANY years ago. We met at a bar. My first bar hookup. The event was a birthday party for a close friend of mine. She had invited other friends and friends of friends. Percy was one of the friends of friends. We kept exchanging glances throughout the night. As the night wore down and people started to leave he came up and talked to me finally and invited me to an after party. He told me that he’d meet me outside as he gathered up his friends to leave. I asked the birthday girl if he was gay. She replied that he was. She also told me to go for it. I obliged. We ended up going to the party and meeting his friends and then going to his place for more fun. From that night on we were inseparable for four years, almost.

We were madly in love at the beginning. We lived together pretty much from the start. We lived in so many places around the valley that it was disgusting. We NEVER fulfilled a lease. We always left early or were booted out. He also had more jobs than I could count in those four years. Something ALWAYS caused him to leave or to be forced to leave. It was never his fault mysteriously… right… Throughout the duration we slowly grew apart due to differences in personality and just plain hatred. Have you ever looked deeply into someone’s eyes and wanted to say, “I hate you so much! I wish you would die!”? Yeah, it got that bad.

At one point near the end, he was jobless and we were living with his dad and “sister mom” aka #6, (Percy’s dad was on wife number six. He grew older as each new wife stayed about the same age. #6 was two years older than Percy... good times) I was the only person in the house that had a job. Between the three of them they applied for government assistance. They received food stamps and money for their laziness. Lovely, I know. I felt so uncomfortable eating food that was meant to help people in dire need. We were NOT in dire need, his stepmom and father were just too tweaked out of their minds to get off their asses and get a job and Percy just smoked too much pot. As did I at the time but still managed to somehow keep a job. This and more forced the end of our “marriage”.