Swingin' Party

May 16, 2005 08:15

Billy Jo was a hairdresser who worked at the salon I frequented. I would regularly have coffee and conversation with the owner after his daughter cut my hair. One conversation lead to three months of employment. He and I went to auctions and bought things to sell on eBay. I would photograph and post them from the backroom of the salon. Anyhow...

Billy Jo was stuck in an abusive relationship that she was too afraid to end. Her beau was a waify little drug dealer who had rock n roll stars in his eyes. She threatened to leave him at one point, and he threatened to kill himself if she ever did. I provided daily counseling for her which ultimately lead to a repayment I should've never got involved in. We fucked while watching David Cronenberg's "Crash" (romantic, huh?).

One afternoon, she called me and asked me to call her back to see if her phone was properly working. I still wonder if she wasn't setting me up by leaving my number on their Caller ID. She swore she wasn't. Later that evening, I received a telephone call from her beau...he threatened to kill me if I ever saw her again.

Eventually, their paths did finally part ways. Billy Jo sought help for her addictions. Her beau invited his buddies over for a party...they arrived to find he hung himself. Apparently, he was facing time in prison for charges of dealing cocaine and decided to exit stage left.

...bring your own lampshade, somewhere there's a party!
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