I haven't got time

Hey buddy, the prompt's ironic, ain't it?

Got to the 7-11 two hours late this morning, all 'cause Mama and Roy was up till dawn fightin' and drinkin' whiskey, couldn't sleep none 'til after they done made up and stopped having sex and bangin' the headboard 'gainst the wall. Didn't they know, that kept me and Melissa up, 'cause we slept in the next room?

So Mama done jiggled me awake 10:30 this morning' and I said, shit, get me to work, so I put my uniform on and Mama brung me to the 7-11 in the '72 Monte Carlo. Saw her drive off, wondering, would she and Roy stay together? Last step-daddy, he stayed seven months. But this one, he'd outlasted 'em all -- couldn't keep no count, about eight of them. Roy had been there eleven months. Maybe he'd make a year. Anniversary, shit anyways, that was July 4th ... Independence Day, got to say that's ironic too.

So Charley, get this, he walked into the 7-11 and told me, he'd be going down to the high school and scoring a hit, would have some great stuff for us, would I like to party after work. I says to him, Charley, when you got Mama and Roy at home, and Melissa come home from the ninth grade, I got to be there, look after my baby sister, never know whether Mama and Roy would be kissy-facin' or hurlin' axes at each other.

Got to pick up Melissa, anyways, Charley, can't party tonight. Melissa's at Cousin Carlin, playin' dominoes, waitin' for my shift to be over. So I ain't got time, not even a hit, Charley. Enjoy the ride on my count - no hard feelings, this time at least.