"Above and below Heidi"

                                   Let's face it Heidi, I never wanted you to have two kids with Angry John, the raving alcoholic ex-marine who befriended all the bartenders in the local saloon below your living quarters. Your twin sister told you the same thing many times before, (although she grew bald due to chemo), you never listened, you had to have things your way (you always did). Then Angry John the ex-marine left you and the kids alone above the saloon, where I'd find you months later on the same stool I left you that night, when I told you about my love for you, and I how I hated your sister (although she grew bald due to chemo).
                                  The season we face is new for us Heidi, though we have grown tired and lonely apart from one another. I shall move in with you and the children. I'll provide food for your family with monthly stamps while I drink through the night, pounding the pavement for work amid brutal daytime hours. We'll make love in your upstairs apartment when your mother takes the kids. I'll bring diapers and microwaved perishables home upon returning from the liquor store. You always had a great ass Heidi, not quite as good as before your pregnancy, but nonetheless pretty good.
                                  Honestly Heidi I must admit that kids are a big turn off for me. I never liked rug-rats one bit,  since I need a place to live, I'll make this exception. I don't like the way they smell, how they act, or how they're constantly judging me.
                                   I must admit it is a bit strange finding myself here with you, in the same place we would drink after hours years ago, before your children. You are that same wild eyed strawberry blond I knew, you just aged a little.Things were different then, we had more ambition, I know I did. We'd sit in front of the television in your well furnished living room on a purple sofa, complaining about our time at work that day.
                                   God I hate this neighborhood, with it's middle upper class restaurants and nick knack havens, everyone thinks they're so goddamn special, well I don't. They all remember me around here Heidi. I sure left my mark ten years ago. Do me a favor, let me know before your your sister comes over so I can make plans to go out, even if it is just down the stairs to get shitfaced, you got Angry John's telephone number? I'd like to call him, let him know that he's the biggest piece of shit this side of the turnpike, or whatever county we are in. Better yet I'll phone his mother and call her a cunt, the mommas boy that he is.