saying, “takes one to know
one,” definitely applies to us.
I’ve got a saying of my own:
“Takes one to love one.” Mom
told me something like that once.
The topic of discussion was Ron,
who had just left bruises on
three-year-old Donald. I was
on a rant. “How come all the men
in your life have been losers?” I asked.
She barely reacted to the word
“loser.” I could never have
a relationship with someone
who didn’t understand addiction.
Nice phrasing. Translation:
She could never be with a guy
who wasn’t an addict himself.
No wonder she can’t stay clean.
THERE I GO AGAIN
Thinking about Mom. I have so
got to stop that! Think about Kyle.
Think about Kyle. Think about …
The door opens and a senior-
citizen-type hostess chirps,
Kenwood, party of three.
Not sure you could call us a party.
Then again, Dad is pretty much
a walking, talking party all by himself.
There it is, he says, opening
the menu. The Mile-High Burger.