Bubba's secret

when Bubba first contacted me about coming to stay here i was a little apprehensive at first. i wasn't sure why though. maybe it was the part about the living conditions that i didn't understand? maybe it was the fact that we hadn't seen each other in a couple years? maybe it was the fact that i was getting comfortable living on the streets? which is never a good thing.
i kept putting him off for reasons that i couldn't understand myself. i kept saying just a few more days. i need to finish what i was working on at the time. the only thing that i was working on was this blog in the library everyday, but it had become the keeper of my sanity. it was that important to me. at that point and time it was more important than a home with an old friend. it was the only link that i had left with humanity, and i knew that i had to hold on to it with my life!!
it was a Friday, and i don't remember what happened to change my mind, but something did. i contacted Bubba by e-mail, and told him that i was coming out, as soon as i got the money to get there. it took me a few hours to raise about six bucks, but i finally did it, and i was on my way.
i had never been to his house, but i had the address. i had a lot of people on the bus looking out for me, as well as the driver. they seemed to be more concerned that i got where i needed to go than i was, and i was grateful for them.
the bus dropped me off at the scheduled stop, and i started walking toward the mailbox with the address on it. i was still highly nervous, but i saw what must have been Bubba's place. it looked more to me like a bungalow, instead of a garage apartment. i headed in that direction. as i was passing the big house in front i heard a familiar voice. actually two voices. Bubba and Sanka's voice they were talking. i walked in the back door, and Bubba was singing this silly little song:  He's on the way..........He's on the way,..........he will be here in a little bit............he's on the way!!
i stood behind the wall listening to him sing, and my heart grew warm. i realized that i was not only welcome here, but Bubba wanted me to be here!! that was the relief that i needed. all my fears had been settled.
i stepped from around the corner and yelled,......" he's not on the way........he is here!!!!"          Bubba nearly crapped his pants!!!..............and i couldn't stop laughing at him either!!        he turned so red that i thought that he might explode!!
Sanka came running in from the other room, and shared the laughter with us. there ain't nothing better that two old friends breaking the ice again with a good laugh!! that was the re-start of a more excellent friendship than we had before.
i need Bubba, and apparently he needed me just as much. he was in as nearly as bad a shape as i was in, but he just hadn't lost everything. his life was full of confusion and chaos. i would sit quietly  by watching him closely, and thinking to myself............what the hell is wrong with him?  he never acted like this in out past times together.
he was a different person all together, but he treated me the same. he would suddenly yell out for no reason, and talk total nonsense a lot of the time. his alcohol consumption was unbelievable, and he had this violent temper like i had never seen from him before. although he treated me like his long lost brother i was becoming paranoid on his actions. i had to figure out how i could help him become the old Bubba. the quieter, more reasonable friend that i knew in the past.
Bubba would drink until he simply had to stop for a few days. those were the times that he would pay his mom a visit. he would go spend some time with her, and sober up in the process. one weekend while he was at her house the Good Lord started talking with me................Bubba has a curse on him. he got it while in Costa Rica. the only was to get that curse off him is to burn every thing that he brought back from Costa Rica, and turn back to me!!

man i was excited!!  i know knew what the problem was, and how to solve it. i only had one thing in my way.............Bubba.   how could i ever convince him that i knew what i was talking about, and i wasn't crazy myself? with his curse he started looking into other religions, and didn't have much faith left in Jesus anymore. he didn't have much faith left in anything anymore. how could i approach him on this wild subject?
i've never been the kind of man to mix my words, so i thought that i'll just shoot it straight with him. i told him simply that he picked up a curse in Costa Rica. i proved it a little by what he had gone through since he came back, and told him the only thing that would lift it off of him.
he asked how i knew these things that i was saying?............i just said that i knew for a fact, and I've even pointed out the facts to you, and that's all I'm going to say about that. now the choice is yours,..........live with it until it kills you,................or kill it, and live another day!!  then i just turned, and walked away. i left him with the choice without any added pressure from me.
it wasn't long till he had a fire going in the grill. i walked out to see what he was doing. he said that i might have been right about what i said, and he was going to burn it all!! i knew that was not easy for him, but i also knew that it was the only way that he would get any relief. he burned all kinds of things for several hours. when i left him that night he was still burning stuff.
we talked the next morning, and not much had changed. he was pissed that he burnt all that stuff for nothing, but i knew that he was holding on to something that he didn't want to let go . Bubba had a secret, and i wasn't about to try and pry it loose from him. i knew that it would come up eventually.
his madness pretty much stayed the same for about two weeks. we were having a yard sale, and he was pretty wasted. he started bringing out his prize items from the house. not to sale, but just to attract customers. as quick as he would bring them out, i would carry them into my house. then it happened:  he brought out some clothes that some whore in Costa Rica had been wearing while he was down there, and i knew that was the missing piece. that was the secret that he was holding on to so tightly!!
these were very nice silk clothes with gold trim. i thought that i would just sell them to get rid of them. then it happened:  that famous voice in my head started talking. it said," that is not what i said to do with them. you must burn everything!!          i took them inside my house, and cast them in the fire place. clothes, covering bag, and hangers!! i never told Bubba what happened to them. I'm not sure if he remembers bringing them out. actually,.......Bubba going to gain a lot of knowledge if he reads this blog, because i never told him where my information came from to begin with, or the fact that i burnt those clothes for him.

I'm sure that the curse has been lifted off of Bubba now, because he is the same old Bubba that i once knew. he's not drinking anymore. he's back to playing his music once again. he doesn't sit around talking foolishness any longer, and I've not heard him yell at nothing in over a month now!! what ever that curse was it was driving him crazy!! if it had of continued on it would have led to his death. this i am certain.
something else that I've not yet told him about is when that curse left him, all this strangeness going on in my house stopped also. there has been no more objects moving, and I've not seen a thing since then!!

welcome back to the land of the living Brother....................love ya

                                                                 ..................much love