Sobering

My ex-boss of 12 years is going into detox for about the 5th time since the last time she fired me. (The "last time" she fired me – kinda funny, as if it were George Streinbrenner and Billy Martin. She fired me more times than I actually got fired!)

This time, she’s going to get clean before they do a biopsy on her throat.

There’s a lesion there.

Makes me wonder, yet again, how bombed she was when she fired me. She was doing her decision making on vodka.

Not that I mind.

I’ve doubled my salary since then and have become a fixture in the SoHo scene. Sure as fuck beats the central Jersey scene. Not to mention Chicago.

She’s going into detox at the place that fucked me over and gave rise to this blog (she’s there for detox, I was not. Archives will tell that backstory).

So I’m worried about her care.

After all we’ve been through, after all our fights, I realize that I miss her and love her like a sister. I’ll be crushed if she’s beyond repair.