Bubba sorcerer.

I'm asked to get my coat on and drive to the sea and this I know I'm well capable of doing, so I do. My mum gets in the car and we head off to the sea. 'What are we gonna do there' I ask her. She replies that we’re going to see Bubba Sorcerers' ex-wife. 'Alright' I say a bit confused but I must mention that there are a few things in this world that I do not understand. I am young and I am simple. We get to the village by the sea and come to Bubba Sorcerers' ex- wife’s' house! Now… this is quite a big house but it has recently been burnt down. I try to point this out to my mum, but she doesn't seem to realise this so very critical fact. We walk around the house. It is very late at night and it is very dark. So we look into the window, and as I suspected one is not aloud to live in a burnt down house, and inside is no one. We go back to the front and see a light in the garage, and my hopes of going home have vanished by this. We go to the door, knock and no answer. I do not care! Knock again, and open and inside is a woman. Flesh and bone under about fifteen layers of blankets lays a woman of flesh and bone and does not like to be disturbed in her solitude of thinking. About what, no one will ever guess, no one cared then and I reckon no one will now or in the future. My mum wants to help this woman, there is no heating in the house and it is the middle of winter. I feel- sense that something is- was about to happen. We gave death a freight! My mum lectures this woman and gives her words of rehabilitated comfort talk: one day at a time! I reckon she would've anyhow, taken it one day at a time, she wasn't making any plans. We get in the car and head home, just given a total stranger comfort in the time of need. I ask her what now and she tells me we're going home. Home is where Bubba Sorcerer lives. In my house! He and my mum were in rehab together. Getting close and being lonely is the recipe for an affair and that's what they we're having; a love affair, sin amor. He was called Bubba Sorcerer 'cause his mum was a witch, and that I believed. He didn’t last very long on the wagon and as much as my mum wanted to be his rock, she was hardly afloat herself. We had to throw him out and that came to be my job, throw them men with problems out of my house that my mum had invited in and given shelter, with barely enough room for her. One day I came home from school and found Bubba sleeping in my bed. I woke him up and asked him to leave, that was my bed and he wasn't the cleanliest man in the world, when he got up I found my brothers CD's under the pillow. He was poor and I knew that, but so were we. Fight of the lowest, it wasn't about survival, it is about cheating your fellow man to watch him drop and then... one feels like a man, but you could never be one. Not in this world.