Spiral to Hell and Beyond

On December the twenty sixth, nineteen seventy- two, my first son was born. His mother, Rose, was a lesbian who I had met one year before. Rose was one day older than me. She came from a well to do family from Saskatchewan. “She was molested by her father and older brother at a very young age. When I met Rose she was living with a twenty -year old lesbian.”

She hated guys because of the family situation but we got along well enough for her to ask me to get her pregnant. Rose was a black belt in Kung Fu. We made a deal that I would get her pregnant if she taught me martial arts. While most guys at school were just starting to date my son was already born. Rose was very smart and determined to succeed at everything she desired, which she did.

The night Dusty Junior came into the world was typical and unusual at the same time. I was really drunk when Rose called and told me, “It’s time,” I had to borrow money from my mother for a cab. When I caught up with Rose in the hospital the nurse put her in a wheelchair and told me to take her upstairs.

The only other person on the elevator was a cleaning lady who couldn’t speak English. We were proceeding upstairs when the elevator stalled. Remember this was in the evening of Boxing Day. The elevator repair guy was roughly twenty- five minutes away. The cleaning lady was terrified and started screaming and crying very loudly.

Needless to say, I wound up delivering my first son while in a drunken stupor. I felt very proud. The doctor said I did amazingly well considering I was so drunk. The doctor teased me by telling me to deliver babies for a living. “Right!”

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We set our Wedding date for June 18^th, 1983. It was the end of August before I met her mother. Right off the bat she hated me and she told me so. Now I know why she didn’t tell her mother right away. Within about a week, I found out there were so many skeletons in the closet that the word dysfunctional was at the bottom of the list.