Jerry, the Protector of Evil


Jerry, the protector of evil in our household, was about to leave home in an awesome epic moment. Bob and Jerry had gotten in a fight that culminated around the pickup bed of Bob’s truck, Jerry on one side and Bob on the other. I can’t remember specifically what the fight was about but generally there was plenty of reason to want to kick Bob’s ass. Bob was hurling the beer bottles from the back of his truck and Jerry was dodging them saying, “nope, missed me!” Pieces of broken bottle were flying, and the sound will forever be associated with anxiety, anger and great joy. Infuriated, Bob would lunge to one side of the truck but Jerry would casually move in the same direction keeping equidistance between them. Bob, with his black greasy comb over falling in his eyes began spewing obscenities at Jerry and broadcasting that he was never to return to our home, under no circumstances. Jason and I were mortified, screaming at Bob to stop. Mom was desperately yanking at the back of Bob’s shirt to try and slow him down.

It was a majorly chaotic scene, a typical day in low-income housing. And then the beauty unfolded. Jerry, in one smooth, seamless motion, picked up a beer bottle, locked Bob in the crosshairs and let it fly. The bottle hit Bob square between the eyes making a loud “thunk” and caused him to stop and stumble backward a few steps. Jason and I cheered as if our team had just scored a touch down and mom stood on the sidelines in shock. A dark line of blood formed in the deep indention on Bob’s forehead and the crazy game of tag came to a halt. Jerry turned on his heels and announced, “See ya,” and by his own accord left our clan. The short-lived moment of celebration was over. It became immediately clear that now Jason and I were on our own.

About Kelli K.

The purpose for staring this blog is threefold, one, to push my personal limits a bit and share my story with others, two, hopefully in doing so, to get a clearer understanding of myself and three, to inspire the youth with similar stories to keep going. My story is weird. I’ve seen the response on people’s faces my entire life. I am fairly guarded on what and how I share with people but I have decided I’m too old give a fuck anymore. As I’ve said, my story is weird, but only parts. Many parts are very normal. Hopefully this blog will allow me to introduce myself in a way that reflects my many angles (and curves) and refuses to let you walk away and peg me as, “the girl who did this” or “the girl who did that”.
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2 Responses to Jerry, the Protector of Evil

  1. Tinnitus says:

    I really like your blog.. very nice colors & theme.
    Did you create this website yourself or did you hire someone to do it for you?
    Plz answer back as I’m looking to design my own blog and
    would like to find out where u got this from. cheers

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