48 Hours in the real world
*Deep booming news-anchor like voice*
“Good evening everyone and welcome to the show...”
“…and the severed head was found in an elevator shaft.”
*turns to camera #3*
“Good news for egg lovers…”
“…and now for our top story. The last 48 hours with Aaron and Jessilyn. ”
Alright, I’m done with the newscast jokes.
The day before yesterday Jess made a post on her LJ and said that it would be further explained on mine. Well, here goes:
Monday, Feb. 16, 2004
Approximately 8:00 pm
I’m sitting at my security desk when the phone rings. I answer and find my wife Jessilyn is on the other end. She very calmly asks me if I know where Matt’s cross necklace is.
Alarm bells started going off in my head as I said “why do you ask?”
“Because he is sitting in the living room.”
Within about a minute I was on the road with my horn blaring and my emergency lights flashing. I honestly don’t have any idea how fast I was going, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t legal. I got to the apartment and as I walked up the stairs I heard muffled conversation. Jess was standing in the doorway and Matthew Lee-Bolton Kinkade was standing on the balcony.
For those of you who are not already intimately aware of whom Matt is, here are the highlights: Matt was the last boyfriend that Jess had before we got married. He was highly manipulative, sexually orientated, and very sadomasochistic (he got off on pain - both receiving and giving). I other words, He was a nightmare. I have seen all of Jessilyn’s scars and can personally testify that the guy was abusive. He would burn her with his cigarettes and cut her with razor blade knives.
After I made sure Jess was alright I turned around to have a look at the cause of all Jess’s nightmares for the past year. Matt was leaning up against the balcony rail, smoking a cigarette.
“I brought your wedding present,” he said, and after flicking the butt off the edge, he extended his hand as though in friendship.
I stood there with my hands in my pockets, staring directly into his eyes and shook my head. When he started to speak again, I cut him off. “No Mathew, I have already told you. You are dead to me.” I watched his eyes and saw nearly every emotion from rage to abject misery cross the void of his soul.
After what felt like an eternity, I broke eye contact and went back into the house. When I came back out, he had fled.
Jessilyn came with me to work for the remainder of my shift, and I brought his ‘wedding present’ with us. It is a black leather wrapped, razor edged katana with a hardwood sheath (approximate value: $300 - $600).
I called the police, and informed them of the situation.
Matt: Because I can almost guarantee that you will read this, Let me make this clear once and for all. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO EVER APROACH MY HOME AGAIN. As I said, I have already spoken with the Irving Police, and if you show up at my home again, you will be arrested for trespassing. If you approach Jessilyn or myself, a restraining order will be issued against you. DO NOT EVER APROACH MY WIFE OR ME AGAIN. You are already dead to us, and the dead cannot affect the living.
Tuesday, Feb. 17, 2004
Approximately 12:20 am
Jess and I get off work and meet Chris S. at the house. Chris is in the reserves and just got back from Afghanistan a few months ago. He came over to be both moral-support and battle-ready-to-kill-the-@$$hole-if-he-has-the-balls-to-show-his-ugly-face-again.
You get the idea.
Chris, Jessilyn and I all stayed up until about ten in the morning. We watched movies and ate Cornish game hens. Then, as exhaustion possessed our bodies like invading demons, we crashed.
That night at work, I got a phone call from my sister, Amanda. After a brief explanation of what happened, she agreed to come over to the house and meet with Jess and I.
Wednesday, Feb. 18, 2004
Approximately 12:30 am
Now, this is where things start to lighten up.
Amanda arrives at the house and I introduce her to Chris. We all decide to go play some pool.
I need to explain something about my sister. She is an absolute sweetheart - most of the time. I love her to death - seriously, I do! But as her brother, I reserve the right to harass her unwaveringly for all of eternity.
She is also single.
So is Chris.
Everybody can see where this is going.
I had to harass Amanda. It’s my God given right. Dare I say it, it is my purpose in this life. Soooooo... I spent the entire night playing ‘matchmaker.’ Now honestly, I was just goofing around, but I think Amanda got the last laugh on me this time. THE LITTLE GUNKIE FLIRTED WITH THE GUY!!! And do you know what’s worse? HE FLIRTED RIGHT BACK!!!
Now to make a long story only slightly shorter than it already is, we played pool, went to IHOP, and came back to the apartment. After hugs and ‘goodnights’ were said and done, Amanda and Chris left.
Then, to my total surprise and hysteria, Amanda calls me from her cell phone. “I just wanted to call and tell you that your friend Chris has guts.”
My confused reply was a simple question with a thousand implications. “Why?”
“Because he walked me to my car, put his hand on my face and kissed me full on the mouth!”
In shock I asked, “What did you do?”
“I kissed him right back.”
I’m quite sure that my booming laughter woke the neighbors.
“Good evening everyone and welcome to the show...”
“…and the severed head was found in an elevator shaft.”
*turns to camera #3*
“Good news for egg lovers…”
“…and now for our top story. The last 48 hours with Aaron and Jessilyn. ”
Alright, I’m done with the newscast jokes.
The day before yesterday Jess made a post on her LJ and said that it would be further explained on mine. Well, here goes:
Monday, Feb. 16, 2004
Approximately 8:00 pm
I’m sitting at my security desk when the phone rings. I answer and find my wife Jessilyn is on the other end. She very calmly asks me if I know where Matt’s cross necklace is.
Alarm bells started going off in my head as I said “why do you ask?”
“Because he is sitting in the living room.”
Within about a minute I was on the road with my horn blaring and my emergency lights flashing. I honestly don’t have any idea how fast I was going, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t legal. I got to the apartment and as I walked up the stairs I heard muffled conversation. Jess was standing in the doorway and Matthew Lee-Bolton Kinkade was standing on the balcony.
For those of you who are not already intimately aware of whom Matt is, here are the highlights: Matt was the last boyfriend that Jess had before we got married. He was highly manipulative, sexually orientated, and very sadomasochistic (he got off on pain - both receiving and giving). I other words, He was a nightmare. I have seen all of Jessilyn’s scars and can personally testify that the guy was abusive. He would burn her with his cigarettes and cut her with razor blade knives.
After I made sure Jess was alright I turned around to have a look at the cause of all Jess’s nightmares for the past year. Matt was leaning up against the balcony rail, smoking a cigarette.
“I brought your wedding present,” he said, and after flicking the butt off the edge, he extended his hand as though in friendship.
I stood there with my hands in my pockets, staring directly into his eyes and shook my head. When he started to speak again, I cut him off. “No Mathew, I have already told you. You are dead to me.” I watched his eyes and saw nearly every emotion from rage to abject misery cross the void of his soul.
After what felt like an eternity, I broke eye contact and went back into the house. When I came back out, he had fled.
Jessilyn came with me to work for the remainder of my shift, and I brought his ‘wedding present’ with us. It is a black leather wrapped, razor edged katana with a hardwood sheath (approximate value: $300 - $600).
I called the police, and informed them of the situation.
Matt: Because I can almost guarantee that you will read this, Let me make this clear once and for all. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED TO EVER APROACH MY HOME AGAIN. As I said, I have already spoken with the Irving Police, and if you show up at my home again, you will be arrested for trespassing. If you approach Jessilyn or myself, a restraining order will be issued against you. DO NOT EVER APROACH MY WIFE OR ME AGAIN. You are already dead to us, and the dead cannot affect the living.
Tuesday, Feb. 17, 2004
Approximately 12:20 am
Jess and I get off work and meet Chris S. at the house. Chris is in the reserves and just got back from Afghanistan a few months ago. He came over to be both moral-support and battle-ready-to-kill-the-@$$hole-if-he-has-the-balls-to-show-his-ugly-face-again.
You get the idea.
Chris, Jessilyn and I all stayed up until about ten in the morning. We watched movies and ate Cornish game hens. Then, as exhaustion possessed our bodies like invading demons, we crashed.
That night at work, I got a phone call from my sister, Amanda. After a brief explanation of what happened, she agreed to come over to the house and meet with Jess and I.
Wednesday, Feb. 18, 2004
Approximately 12:30 am
Now, this is where things start to lighten up.
Amanda arrives at the house and I introduce her to Chris. We all decide to go play some pool.
I need to explain something about my sister. She is an absolute sweetheart - most of the time. I love her to death - seriously, I do! But as her brother, I reserve the right to harass her unwaveringly for all of eternity.
She is also single.
So is Chris.
Everybody can see where this is going.
I had to harass Amanda. It’s my God given right. Dare I say it, it is my purpose in this life. Soooooo... I spent the entire night playing ‘matchmaker.’ Now honestly, I was just goofing around, but I think Amanda got the last laugh on me this time. THE LITTLE GUNKIE FLIRTED WITH THE GUY!!! And do you know what’s worse? HE FLIRTED RIGHT BACK!!!
Now to make a long story only slightly shorter than it already is, we played pool, went to IHOP, and came back to the apartment. After hugs and ‘goodnights’ were said and done, Amanda and Chris left.
Then, to my total surprise and hysteria, Amanda calls me from her cell phone. “I just wanted to call and tell you that your friend Chris has guts.”
My confused reply was a simple question with a thousand implications. “Why?”
“Because he walked me to my car, put his hand on my face and kissed me full on the mouth!”
In shock I asked, “What did you do?”
“I kissed him right back.”
I’m quite sure that my booming laughter woke the neighbors.