Karrie Located

Public Nuisance

On a whim, I Googled Karrie's name, and up popped a recent mugshot, from Dalton, Georgia. Apparently, Karrie was arrested about two weeks ago for "Public Intoxication." I have to admit that the scenario kind of fits, leading me to think that it is actually Karrie, and not an impostor. It looks like she is taking a little better care of her hair than she did when she was with me; it looks shinier.
I don't know what to do with this information. If she is back in Dalton, then she is back with her abusive family, which burned her when she was an infant, so that they could usurp her disability checks.
Some guy who fathered 4 kids with Karrie, got with her younger sister when the sister turned 16, took the house, the sister and Karrie's kids (plus a couple new ones, which he had with the sister) and tossed Karrie out onto the street. That was part of what I gathered from Karrie, from her "morning babbles," which usually started after her "morning shots of straight vodka."
This seems to be normal, acceptable behavior amongst Mexicans who live rurally. (There is more on Karrie in the "for more information on..." section to the left, but one must go back 14 months.)
It's A Small World, After all
I met another guy, here in Mobile, who turned out to be from Dalton, Georgia and, guess what? He was burned over 40% of his body when he was an infant; he collects a check every month. I was idly chatting about my ex girlfriend, and when I mentioned her burns, he asked where she was from. When I said Dalton, Georgia, he exclaimed "No Way! Dude, I'm from Dalton!" I described Karrie. He said that he thinks that he knows her.
I Should Have Been Long Gone By Now
Meanwhile, I have hung around Mobile, trying to take care of the business of reactivating my food stamp card, so I will have one less worry in my new environment, and to take care of replacing my ID card, so I will have another less thing to worry about in my new environment. These things have kept me here a month longer than I had planned, and just about run me into financial ruin, as the money has dried up here in Mobile. Supposedly, there is work in Tuscaloosa. It is not quite as far away as Joplin, Mo., and not quite as cold there in the winter.

I am going to do something radical; I'm steeling my nerves for it.