A Girl, A Tree, and a Million Hellos

Jumbo Shrimp

     Jumbo shrimp is used as a term to explain a paradox, a contradictory statement like "I always lie." Now the term a hell's angel is a term to describe my father. His birthday cards, his "compassionate" daughter (Lucy),  His (surprisingly emotional) wife. 

      Now the whole suicide thing is a different story. No slice of heaven with that slice of hell. The reason I'm more curious than sad is because of the whole mystery behind it.

 A loud chopping noise jump started in the room behind me. That bought me back to ugly reality where our hero, Josh,  was sitting outside Lucy's room with Adara. She was sleeping of course, because the don't serve that at the sorry you gotta hellhole for a life soup kitchen. Dad sat across from me. The insomnia and triple shot of espresso painted an un-Picasso on his ugly mug he called a morning face. 

     "Sorry I missed your T-ball game sport." he chuckled. That was probably the best thing to say right now. But still, what a crappy way to start a conversation.

     "I quit after a week with those S.S. Melodrama crew mates." I said back.

     " Tell me about it. Little Lucy's tumbling meets put those housewives in tears." Susanne (S. Mom?) chimed in. We all laughed at that. They had my sense of humor, I was just glad to meet the guy. You would think i would over react like I do, but I went into calm Josh mode, with Lucy's I need Jesus condition. My Love is Winter  started to play in the halls after the ever so tumor causing Sweatshirt. I closed my eyes and leaned into Adara. I got lost in the chorus and fell asleep alongside her. I am not a Jumbo Shrimp. I am the aftermath of two crack heads getting it on.