Jerry

My mother's boyfriend has a snake.  He feeds it white rats that he breeds in his cement-vault of a basement. It's lined with plastic tarps.  The snake eats by hunting rats in the basement when Jerry lets one loose.  He thinks that's pretty cool.  The snake isn't ever locked in a cage.  It roams around the house on its own.  It only bugs me when I'm pulling out the couch bed when we stay over or when it slithers over me in the middle of the night.  Lucky it doesn't crawl up under the blankets.  My mom hates the snake, but she acts like she likes it.  I can tell that it drives her crazy every time she sees it, but she plasters on this fake smile and ask questions to cover up.

Jerry's weird.  He owns a garage and body shop.  Now that I'm a teenager, my mom thinks it would be a great idea for me to learn responsibility and be around other guys.  So, this afternoon, after school, I get to walk down the hill