caffeine = life after death in a casino money cage

found out tonight that my 25 year old cousin almost died in the Ignacio Reservation casino, working in the money cage she collapsed of dehydration and was unable to be revived, taken to hospital where she finally regained consciousness. too much caffeine, stress and late nights. she has this annoying habit of calling me Jo-Jo. I can't express how much I hate this sudden nickname. these cousins never wanted to play with us, to hang out with my brother and I when we were little. these cousins who think it's funny to give our mom crap and I being, well, more than slightly protective of my mom... just bugs me. she wakes up. my mom calls to make sure she's okay and the first thing she asks my mom is to make sure she says hi to jo-jo. reminds me, makes me realize that I can't take lightly her sudden affinity for me, this jo-jo she thinks I am, this jo-jo I am to her. I don't know how to reckon it, to rectify. I don't understand who I am to her. a money cage in a small town, in a reservation casino. little water and too much caffeine. 25. guess those red bull will give you wings, eh, and I don't mean that laughing. life is too bloody weird. too heavy and too light.