crack: it gets worse
michael came into my work last night. i could tell immediately that he was high. from heroin to crack (or crystal or whatever upper he was on). he tried to talk to me, and cornered me at the tagging station. every second that passed as he mumbled and twittered at me i hoped he would leave. but he didn't. he kept talking to me and swaying/jumping around with words running out of his mouth and spittle flying out occasionally. i would move away and inch or two and he would move in an inch or three. i tried to think of a way to make him realize he was making me uncomfortable and he should leave, without causing an outburst. but you cannot rationalize with drugs. i asked him if he was okay, hoping he would understand that i could tell he wasn't and he needed to leave. but instead he started prattling on about bradley kicking him out of the band because he couldn't focus (of course you can't focus, you're on crack!!!). i told him to calm down and then he snapped. i guess it was inevitable... i pushed away and said i had to go to the bathroom as he yelled at me. i ran to the break room and cried. i fucking cried. i guess he continued to yell and cause a scene as the manager tried to get him to leave. she then had to call the police. and i cried in the lunchroom. i cried until kristen came back to check on me. she had witnessed the whole thing but hadn't realized what was happening until i ran. this is it. i want no more of this. its everywhere. i'm so fucking sick of stupid people who can't help themselves. and i was scared to tell him to leave myself because i didn't want to cause a scene, but it was inevitable...
greg had to meet me at work and escort me away for safety. then of course my semi-stalker was waiting around the corner. luckily i saw him before he saw us and i turned to other way. this makes me want to stay home even more. to stay in my nice comfortable room with my beautiful plants and my nice bed.
fighting.
i discovered i'm allergic to cats. last night at greg's apartment while he and alex painted the wall and pipes sky blue the cat wandered about. then we watched a movie and he sat on my lap and i petted him, and my eyes began to itch and burn like greg's. and my nose too. so we are both allergic to cats.
as i rode my bike home later, the cold winter air filled me eyes as i flew down the hill to the bridge. and tears steamed out over my face, cold and sweet. it felt like the wind was flushing all the allergies out of my eyes. it was so relieving.
greg had to meet me at work and escort me away for safety. then of course my semi-stalker was waiting around the corner. luckily i saw him before he saw us and i turned to other way. this makes me want to stay home even more. to stay in my nice comfortable room with my beautiful plants and my nice bed.
fighting.
i discovered i'm allergic to cats. last night at greg's apartment while he and alex painted the wall and pipes sky blue the cat wandered about. then we watched a movie and he sat on my lap and i petted him, and my eyes began to itch and burn like greg's. and my nose too. so we are both allergic to cats.
as i rode my bike home later, the cold winter air filled me eyes as i flew down the hill to the bridge. and tears steamed out over my face, cold and sweet. it felt like the wind was flushing all the allergies out of my eyes. it was so relieving.