It always runs its natural course.... My mom had taken off two years ago...the day after my 16th birthday. She had been a waitress over at the truck stop by the interstate. Apparently, she had met some trucker and had taken off with him...after knowing him for a grand total of two days. God only knew where she was now, but it sure wasn’t in this little piss-ant little town in northern Missouri. I loved my mom, because she was my mom. The fact that she was also a selfish bitch was not lost on me. I’d never met my real father. Heck, I didn’t even know his name. I figured that my momma didn’t know either. For as long as I could remember, me and Momma had moved from town to town from place to place and from man to man. I had so many uncles growing up that I had lost count. All of that had changed though when my mom had married Hank Conroy. I had been 13 at the time. Hank had been the best thing to ever happen to us. Me and Momma finally had a roof over our heads and food on the table.
