Charlie

Uncle Charlie don't live with us. He lives about 2 hours away to be exact but Daddy goes to see him from time to time to see what's up. Charlie is Daddy's adopted brother and has no relation to any of us Fireflys. But I like him none the less. Charlie lives in this place called 'FunTown. The only inhabitants there are prostitutes and druggies. Charlie runs this brothel and his prized employee is a fun woman named Candy. Candy is Otis's honey even though they aren't "together." Uncle Charlie is laid back and laughs a lot but he has a temper if you get him mad. Not like Daddy though. When Daddy gets mad you know and regret it. Charlie is more of a 'forgiving guy' if you give him his space and apologize for wrong doing afterwords.

Charlie also has a supply of coke, weed, and alachol. Daddy sometimes lets me smoke weed but that's about it. Mama gets upset if I smoke too much weed but she don't really mind that much. Whenever Daddy goes to Charlie's place he usually don't come back for a loooooong time. You'd think Charlie is happy all the time being as he has hot and cold pussy on tap and everything else. But he's got some greedy bitches. Bitches that demand to be paid money. Candy isn't like those other bitches. Yeah she's gotta be paid but at least she's not as greedy as the others. That's why Charlie dubbed her his favorite.

The first time I met Charlie he pulled a gun on me. It wasn't real but it sure as hell looked it. Baby was gonna fucking kill him and Otis was trying to sneak around behind Charlie to get hold of him. Then Charlie pulled the trigger and shot me right in the chest with a stream of cold water. I mean seriously what the fuck? Charlie thought it was funny and I guess it was in a way. From then on we got along ok. Uncle Charlie often warned us if the feds were nosing around lookin' for trouble. That gave us enough time to act quickly if need be.

I want to stay over Charlie's place for the weekend sometime but Daddy always says "we gotta check with your mama first." Uncle Charlie says he'd like me to stay over for the weekend and he would talk to Mama for me to get her to say yes. But I know what Mama would say; "Hoes is no place for my little kitten to be." But damn. I'm nearly 13. I can fire a gun, know how to load it, I can drive somewhat, I've been high, I've been drunk (don't tell Mama) and I even helped get rid of rabbits. I don't think hoes are gonna go much damage to my pshyce.

Its getting dark out now and I'm outside Charlie's place with my sister and another of one of Charlie's employees just talking about stuff. The woman passes me and my sister a drink and we take our time drinking. Charlie says if we drink too fast we get drunk faster. By 3 am we are getting ready to leave. I tiredly stagger to our car to get in me and Baby fall asleep almost immediately. We get home at around 5 am and Mama helps me and Daddy helps Baby to our rooms so we can sleep. I hope I can see Charlie again. Maybe sometime I can sneak over to his place and spend a few hours. I just gotta think of what I'm gonna tell my Mama.