fishing

my mom was living on the hamilton mall second story
my room looked right down on the strip were everyone cruised
never really told people that we lived there ...my mom lived there
my step father had just died of a overdose he died praying his lungs filled with fluids ...and his final breathes from this jumbo sized man were to his maker....
his family flew in for the funeral we were a black family now mom always told me that ....
lester had been kind to me and stood up for me but i was ashamed of him cuz he was black and now i was black too...once he took me fishing and we had to go to the drug house first he came out fucked up on something he was laughing and stumbling and fell down a few times ...i tried to help him stay up cuz we were going fishing we got gas in a gallon jug for the fire .....he fell down a big next to fountain steet into some trash cans and i tried to pick him up he was so heavy i was only 13...we made it to the fishing hole and lester tried to start the fire he seemed a little more sober ...the fire did not think so.. it lit him up geuss i used to much gas i thought it was funny ..but i did help