Polaroids in the Darkness

I've been trying to write, unsuccessfully, about my most recent upheavals, for close to a week.
I just can't do it.
So here's instead is the Cliff Notes version.
As you may recall from our last installment, Lisa was released from the slams and was with her father, Matti the Molester.
She arrived back at the Roach Motel, as predicted, after Matti had tried to touch her inappropriately. This while she was on the nod from the heroin and booze he'd given her. She tells me he's selling heroin, so he was feeding it to her from the moment they arrived. She was naturally, freaking out and couldn't stay with this creep, so she hopped a bus back to Toronto.
So we immediately picked up drinking constantly, as if we hadn't stopped.
From Tuesday morning til Thursday morning, we drank every waking moment.
For Lisa that was pretty much the whole time, because while I'd squeezed in a few naps, she had been going on no sleep, and no food, and so her grip on reality was pretty much gone.
Around 5:30 Thursday morning she stumbled in and was in one of the worst states I've ever seen her in. She was delusional and out of control, completely incoherent, or accusatory and angry.
This was a horrible couple of hours with her while she spewed some of the most vile hateful things to me, and then in the blink of an eye, she be loving and hold me swearing her undying love, and then she would - in a flash again- be sobbing. Huge heaving sobs and moans of deep agony.
At 9am the booze ran out and Lisa worked the phone, waking 3 regulars and finally finding one (with a liquor cabinet no less,) who'd come and get her.
So I had a shower and tried to sleep, but I couldn't instead getting cozy and watching some Dexter episodes on my computer.
At a little after noon there was a knock on the door. I opened it and to my great surprise there were two police officers at the door.
The y said I was to come with them and after getting my coat and shoes they cuffed me and arrested me for assault.
Just like that.
I was shocked, and surprised and in disbelief. But I knew what had happened.
Just like my mother and a half a dozen other people had warned me she would, Lisa was "getting revenge,". That's the only thing I could think of.
Luckily I didn't have to go to jail, and after about 4 hours of sitting in a holding cell I was released.
There were conditions though; No contact, directly or indirectly with Lisa Shmoo, No going within 100 metres of the Roach Motel (also known as home,) and no alcohol. Also to show up in court in about a month.
I had no money (I'd used the last of it to pay my share of the rent two days earlier,), and nowhere to sleep.
Bloody brilliant.
I wound up on a Greyhound bus back to my old hometown and the sanctuary of my sisters basement.
And that's what happened last week.


I apologize for the sparse, deadpan delivery of this one, but I just can't do any soul searching and thinking and analyzing of this right now. It's still to close, and I just wanted to get it down for the record.
Things will be back to speed soon.