Pet Monkey

There's another thing that I'd like to get my hands on. While I'm perusing the free column on craigslist, I find that sometimes people are getting rid of their pet monkeys. I desire my own monkey. It's something about me and the monkey sitting on the couch watching television together. I can just imagine him eating popcorn out of his bowl while we watch American Idol. For better or worse, I have to live with this longing (for a monkey).

I have a friend who has a blog on this site: loray.blogspot.com

I did something very wrong.

From time to time, he seems to want to get together. He lives an hour and a half from me in Valley Stream, LI. It just so happened that I was going to be in his neighborhood tomorrow. I asked him if he wanted to accompany me on an errand.

He answered: "I got into a 30 minute argument with my father about walking to the library." So he ended up not going to the library. Obviously, he can't see me either. My friend is 25 I think.

Everytime someone offers a monkey on craigslist, I do the same thing. I go to google and type in: pet monkey. Site after site cautions you very strongly. "Monkeys are cute when they're babies but when they reach sexual maturity they can become dangerous to you." The sites explain that once monkeys reach sexual maturity, they are so dangerous that you have to leave them in a cage for the rest of their lives.

This is when I back off and forget about taking in a pet monkey.

John really needs help. He needs medication and treatment that he'll never get as long as he's in the situation he's in. The entire time I've known him he has been his father's pet monkey. If John were a monkey I could contact the authorities about animal abuse. (Except I think it's okay to forbid a monkey from going to the library.) If John were a kid, I could call child protective services. As it is, he is a monkey in a cage until his father dies. When his father is gone, he won't know how to live in the wild. He wasn't allowed to socialize with the other primates. No one ever taught him how to gather food or find shelter.

I know people entrap their offspring because they're afraid of abandonment. Anyway, I didn't mean any harm to John. It just makes you feel helpless when your friend is suffering and crumbling in Valley Stream. He's been suffering terribly the entire time I've know him. He's the object of his father's toxic love.

I wonder if John and his Father sit together on the couch and watch American Idol together.