Something my sister wrote in comment of one of my posts has had me doing a lot of thinking. About how my mother shifts the blame for her criminal exploits onto my sister because the guy she ran amok followed my sister home. This is it right here.
After thinking about it, I really think that Bill introduced himself to me because he'd heard in the neighborhood what a wild mother we had. I don't think it was by accident that a 21 year old says "hi" to a 15 year old who looks like a child. I had only talked to him twice and he wanted to go to my house and meet my mother. Duh! As soon as she saw him, they were Bonnie and Clyde.
My mother was a magnet for other crazy people and even in a new town it didn't take long for the word to get out that there was a new psycho bitch in town.
To me or you some crazy person would best be avoided. But as birds of a feather flock together, so do nut bags.