Usually, the Saturday morning sleep in was the best in my Orange Room. No school or work to get me up early. I had worked the night before till 11:00 but came right home after and went to bed. Pretty uneventful. However, the next morning would not be so uneventful.
The sunshine was streaming through my windows this particular fall morning. I first noticed the aroma of cigarette smoke before I even heard my mothers cutting words of "get up"!!!!
Something was not right in the Orange room this particular day but what could it be? Before I could even wipe the sleep out of my eyes, a red object was placed in front of my face. "What is this"? My Mom asked. It sure smelled familiar but I could not place it. Holy crap! "Its a ROACH" I relied! "I know it's a roach, but what's it doing in your car"? Mom replied with frustration.
My mind began to run the previous nights escapades in order, from top to bottom...like a check list, hour by hour....and I kept coming up clean! How DID that get in my car? It truthfully WAS NOT MINE but how could I get my Mother to believe me? "It's not mine" sounded pretty lame but thats what I blurted out.
I tried to think of a scenario and the best I could come up with was that the guys at Shady Oaks (where I worked) must have used my car as a quick hide away the night before to smoke a J and then left it in my ashtray. To this day I'm still not sure who it was, but of course, my Dad had to be the one who found it.
Whew! "That was close", I thought to myself. But before I could let my guard down, the SECOND surprise was thrust in my face!!!! OK, then "what's this"? Mom sputtered.
Now this one was a bit more serious and much harder to explain. I recognized the white paper bag from a recent visit to the Pharmacy. It had been under my front seat and it was one condom shy of a dozen.
At first, I felt angry that my Dad had been going through my car but I had to somehow turn this ambush around and quickly. Thinking fast, I told my Mom that my girlfriend and I were in love and we considered ourselves intelligent people and did NOT want to ruin our lives at this point by getting pregnant. So, I took the precaution to buy condoms to make sure that would not happen. She replied something about not wanting to think my girlfriend was "that kind of girl" and I said "what kind of girl"? Her cigarette was burnt out by now and
i was sitting up and comepletly awake and in control.
Somehow the conversation burnt out like her cigarette and we never brought up the subject again. She left me alone in my Orange Room feeling like a part of my childhood had gone.
I was growing up and it would be a complicated world soon enough.
My school buddies and my Crime fighting parents.
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