The Thief

There's an episode from my past
That still haunts me every now and then
So, just in case any of my family
Dare to read this blog
I'm going to set the record straight...

Many many years ago
When i was probably no older than 9 or 10
There was an incident involving
My older sister's purse

We were at my father's house
I don't remember everyone that was there
But, definately me, my dad, my sister Becky, and my Uncle Ricky
What you need to know, is that
My Uncle Ricky is/was/and always has been a fuck-up
He's a sweet guy, with a good heart, but he's a fuck-up

So...
I'm 10ish, which makes my sister 18ish
Which makes my Uncle around 22 years old
He likes the booze
He likes the drugs
He likes the parties
He likes the rock n'roll
He thinks he is rock n'roll
And he probably was...

Anyway, my Uncle splits
A little while later, my sister cannot find her purse
We're looking everywhere for it
All over the house
Inside and Out
But to no avail...

I make my way to the kitchen
To sit down, and have a drink of milk or something
I'm sitting there as someone
I don't remember who exactly but
Someone opens the cabinets
Beneath the sink
Has a quick look, and shuts them again...
I'm thinking to myself,
"how could they have seen anything is so short a time?"
So, trying to be helpful
I immediately double-check under the sink
Well, guess what?
There's the purse!
I say, "here it is!"

Now, instead of being the hero
I am now the prime suspect
And the lead interrogator
Is none other, than my very own dad
It doesn't help matters that
Whatever money my sister had
Is now nowhere to be found
However, I feel that that helps my case
I mean, i've not gone anywhere and
I've not got any money, so
It couldn't have been me, right?

Well, my dad doesn't believe me
As if he'd rather believe his 10 year old son would steal from his own sister
Rather, than believe that his 22 year old fuck-up brother would
I'm bawling, pleading my case, but he just won't believe me
I look and my sister and beg her to believe me
And i think maybe she does
But suspicion is in the air
And i'm exausted and defeated

Finally, i tell them all to go fuck themselves
I tell my dad that i'm never coming back
And i call my mom to come get me right now!
I wait outside for her, and i don't speak to anyone in the house

Days go by
Weeks go by
My dad has been calling and calling
And i'm refusing to talk to him
And I'm refusing to go and visit
He's very apologetic
Eventually, i give in
I miss my dad
And i go back
And none of it is ever mentioned again

Well, that was all very long ago indeed
However, i'm still haunted by the fact
That nobody seemed to believe in my innocence
So this goes out to all the parties involved

Dear fuckers...
My name is Tony Zuniga
I am your brother
I am your son
I am also a husband
I am also a father
I am now 35 years old
I've no reason to lie
I've nothing to hide
Then or now
I DID NOT TAKE THAT MONEY!
I DID NOT TAKE YOUR PURSE!
HOW DARE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS PUT A 10 YEAR OLD LITTLE BOY THROUGH THAT SHIT!
HOPEFULLY, IT'S CLEAR TO YOU NOW WHO DID IT!
YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE SHIT!
I HOPE THIS BLOG MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE SHIT!

And don't forget...
I love you :O)