Rough of Randell Randy Christmas

I'm not sure anymore. I'm not sure of anything. This all started as just a silly idea. An excuse to play a character to have some fun. Then one day I couldn't remember where Randell ended and I began or where I began and Randell ended. Something happened along the way. 	I liked Randell more. Randell seemed more real. How could Randell be more real? I made up Randell didn't I? Then I wonder if Randell made me up? How could that be? I am Randell. Randell is me. How could Randell make me up?
	The wires from my headset drop to the floor, the screens go blank, the lights go out. I'm disconnected in the dark. The power is out again. The power is out again. My mind is worried about the implications of the power being out for any amount of time. I get tense and angry I'm ready to explode. My mountain dew will be warm soon. My food will be rotten, but most importantly I have no internet. What will I do without my internet? Holy fuck how in gods name in todays age does the power go out at all? Oh I know it's called being poor as fuck. Living in a tin can trailer in a shit hole trailer park. That's how.
	I fumble around trying to find my inhaler out of panic. The air in this trailer doesn't move to good when the power is out. I can feel it become stale around me. I find the inhaler after a moment of panic. I take a quick puff and find some relief but the power is still out. I can hear momma thundering through the trailer so I holler for her. “Momma, momma! Whats going on? Did we pay the bill this month? Answer me momma! I was playin' Dark Souls with my friend. My friend momma; he is waitin' on me” After a moment of silence I see the flick of a lighter light up the darkness allowing a slither of orange light to make its way under my door and then I hear momma come towards my room; where I'm sitting in my chair in front of my desk. My headphones laying on top of my belly.  I start talking to myself as I wait patiently in the dark. In a nasal filled voice I say 'Waiting patiently to be put in use again. My monitors lifeless, my computer sitting in the void of the powerless room. We are all waiting to be played. We are all waiting to play'
	Momma opens the door. I can see the glow of her cig hanging from her mouth in the dark. She has a flashlight turned on now but has it facing towards the floor making her shadow bounce off of the wood panel wall right behind her as she is standing in my doorway and says “Are you talking to yerself? Who is waitin' to play? (She says my name in a questioning tone only a mother has). Randell, what in the holy hell is wrong with ya? Get off yer fat ass and help me check the breaker box. That damn power hog pc of yours has probably blown another fuse. You know this place sucks Randell. I've told and told you that damn computer is going to burn this place down one day.”
	I lean back in my chair at this point Momma has the flash light on my face. I take a moment grab my inhaler an take a quick puff. 'Don't come in'er givin' me shit momma. My friend is waitin' on me godamnit and you know I have very few of those! Fuckin' hell momma just take your thundering stompin' ass back to your chair and I'll take care of it.'
Momma gives me a look of disapointment. I return her look of disappointment with a shit eatin' grin.
	Momma steps into my room. Keep in mind momma is an extra large lady. We live in a tiny trailer and my room has a door frame that might be three feet wide. Momma struggles getting through the tiny door frame, she turns sideways as she basically squeezes herself through the frame and extends her flabby arms handing me a cheap yellow plastic flashlight. You know the kind. Cheap plastic, dim light and hardly ever work but this one is fairly new. Somehow the light is dim like it's 30 years old though.
	Momma gives a grunt as she steps back out of my room and walks back down the hallway to the living room. I can hear her mumbling to herself as she sits down in her chair then she lets out a slight sigh of relief as she gets comfortable in her roost. Her chair.
	Now it's my turn. It's hard for me to move around in this place it just ain't big enough. I squeeze myself through the door frame with a touch more struggle then momma had. I've put on a few pounds I think to myself. Then it hits me. God I'm thirsty. Fridge should be cold still. I'll grab a dew on my way to the breaker box. I trot down the hallway quickly as I can. The floor gives a little as I go by the washer. Floor is rotten there. We gotta get that fixed. I make it to the kitchen open the fridge and see my heaven. A cold mountain dew. I'm already sweating from the stale air so I open the dew and chug it as quickly as possible. I hear momma sigh. I say in a somewhat whiny voice 'Ok momma, ok momma I'm hurryin ok. You know how thirsty I get.' She says nothing but gives out another sigh as she lights a cig.
	I walk past Momma on my way to the back bedroom. Mommas room. The flashlight is still working strong for the cheap piece of shit it is. I'm shocked these usually go in and out. I get to mommas room door and struggle to get it open. Mommas door is a good bit wider than my room door is though. So that is good. There is some trash or something that has fell against the door. I slowly push the door open. My flashlight glances across several sets of eyes that hiss and scatter as if I'm some type of vampire hunter. It's our cats. This is where they stay most of the time and it appears momma shut them in here. It's a wreck. Clothes are everywhere, empty chip bags, empty drink cans, spilled ash trays litter the floor.  The litter box is over run with cat turds. It's horrible. I gag a little. I grumble to myself about the litter box and then I make my way to the breaker in the rear of the room. It takes me a minute to kick through the piles of clothes in the floor and indeed I can see right away the main breaker has been triggered. I lick my lips in excitement. I'll be online again soon I think to myself.
	I flip the switch and like magic the lights are back on. I hear momma fumbling to get the window unit AC on again. She does some minor cussing under her breath. As she finally manages to get the AC to turn on. Then another drawn out sigh of relief. She is comfortable again and I will be soon.
	I make my way to my room finally. I grabbed a cold two liter of dew on my way through the kitchen. I hear Momma turn on the tv as I close my room door. Right as I close the door I hear Momma say “Thanks Randell. Go play with yer friends that ya was talking to in the dark” She gives a slight chuckle.
I say in a nasal filled voice “Yer welcome thunder thighs”.