In My Life...Who Am I?

Tiny white squares?

The next few days came very quickly, Christmas Day was indeed different. Michelle wasn't around but we had you in everybody's arms. You had gotten diapers as a gift and Anna got more dolls to play with and before we know it, news years had arrived, 1 hour away till midnight! And we were going spend it at John and Cyns...Paul, George and Brian are there too.

Ringo: Cynthia where's Anna?

Cynthia: she's playing with Julian, can I hold Daisy?

Ringo: of course

I hand Daisy to Cyn, and I watch them bond. She takes her to the room where Anna and Julian are as well.

George: so what's it like to be a dad?

Paul: you and John are dads..

Ringo: I'm a single father, it's completely different

John: but we have kids lad, little rascals runnin around

Ringo: I suppose

Brian: have you found a sitter?

Ringo: no, why?

Brian: you know we have to go to japan pretty soon

Ringo: Brian, I carnt leave both of them

Brian: it's yer job

I sigh heavily and pull out a cigarette, lighting it up.

John: 'ey I've got something better than some old ciggy

Ringo: there's nothing better than a cigarette

Paul: trust me lad, there is something better

John pulls out a Baggie with tiny white squares in it.

Ringo: paper?

John: LSD

He takes out one strip and hands it to me. They all stared at me as I place it on my tongue and I suddenly felt different. The room started to spin, I started to sweat, I started to see bright colors, a trippy experience. I stood up and kept tripping over things, Cynthia happens to walk in the room, quite hard to understand what everyone was saying.

Cynthia: what is wrong with Ringo?

John: (quickly hides the bag) I don't know..

Cynthia: John, did you give him that stupid drug?!

John: yeah...

Cynthia: you can't keep giving people these drugs! You do realize he has kids with him?

John: I'm not an idiot Cyn I know

Cynthia: no you don't because you keep doing the same shit over and over again!

I hung on to the stairs and I hear Daisy crying.

Paul: uh the baby?

Ringo: I-I can deal with her..

Cynthia: no Ringo, I can take care of her

John: I'm leaving...

John walks out of the house, slamming the door.

Brian: there goes New Years..

Cynthia: Paul can you take care if the baby while bring Ringo to the room.

She hands the baby to Paul, and Cynthia helps me upstairs to their guest room. I found myself hearing strange things.

Ringo: did ye hear that?

Cynthia: it's the drug luv, I'm so sorry

I lay on the bed, still sweating and Cynthia closes the door. It felt like a nightmare but at the same time, good...