The Cowboy Bust
Every once in a while, I dream about The Cowboy. Generally, a few days afterward, I see or hear from him. I thought I was safe from that sort of thing seeing as how we'd moved an hour and a half away.
Well, the dream happened the other night. I forget the specifics now, as I dismissed it and went about my days. Until a while later, my mother sends me an email. The Cowboy's name is the entirety of the subject line.
He is on Crimestopper's Most Wanted. Don't I know this man? He skipped a court date related to sales of a controlled substance. Now he had a warrant.
Oh, geez... THAT sure was a keeper, huh?
Last night, I did not dream about The Cowboy. Last night I dreamt I was inside Modern Warfare 2, only it was set in and around a house in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I found out that I did much better knifing people than I did shooting them, so my kill count was getting pretty high, until a n00b showed up and I knifed him before I realized he was just trying to get his bearings. So I stopped an went into the house.
The lady who owned the place was freaking out (appparently played by the lady who did Kelly Bundy on Married with Children) because the blinds had been ruined. She was trying to fix them but they were a mess and she couldn't fix them. We asked her what was going on, and then she told us the neighborhood was patrolled by The-Hills-Have-Eyes-style mutants who had very strict neighborhood guidelines. All blinds must be pulled. All houses must remain silent. Or they would kill you.
So we gathered up all our things and went into the back bedroom. One guy took his sniper rifle and set it up on automatic outside the front door of the house, which freaked me out, because it hadn't been there before! They'd know! We sat in silence in a room where the curtains didn't quite meet the walls. They'd find us. We couldn't go into the hall because the blinds in the living room were torn up, and the window was right in front of the hall.
The rifle went off, and then we heard them. Circling the house... THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... They were hitting the walls as they circled, waiting for us to make a noise, waiting for some sign we were there.
Which is pretty unrelated to all this, except I didn't dream about The Cowboy last night. And he's shown up again on my email today.
My Mother thought it important to email me and let me know an anonymous tipster had turned him in. When they went to the house to arrest him, they found the components of a meth lab there, so now he's in jail.
I am not at all surprised, and I'm wondering if they're going to manage to keep him there this time. I've never known someone to have been arrested so many times for the same thing and keep getting out of it before. And I really didn't want to hear any more about him. I'm done with that part of my life. Please to not be bringing it up.
Well, the dream happened the other night. I forget the specifics now, as I dismissed it and went about my days. Until a while later, my mother sends me an email. The Cowboy's name is the entirety of the subject line.
He is on Crimestopper's Most Wanted. Don't I know this man? He skipped a court date related to sales of a controlled substance. Now he had a warrant.
Oh, geez... THAT sure was a keeper, huh?
Last night, I did not dream about The Cowboy. Last night I dreamt I was inside Modern Warfare 2, only it was set in and around a house in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I found out that I did much better knifing people than I did shooting them, so my kill count was getting pretty high, until a n00b showed up and I knifed him before I realized he was just trying to get his bearings. So I stopped an went into the house.
The lady who owned the place was freaking out (appparently played by the lady who did Kelly Bundy on Married with Children) because the blinds had been ruined. She was trying to fix them but they were a mess and she couldn't fix them. We asked her what was going on, and then she told us the neighborhood was patrolled by The-Hills-Have-Eyes-style mutants who had very strict neighborhood guidelines. All blinds must be pulled. All houses must remain silent. Or they would kill you.
So we gathered up all our things and went into the back bedroom. One guy took his sniper rifle and set it up on automatic outside the front door of the house, which freaked me out, because it hadn't been there before! They'd know! We sat in silence in a room where the curtains didn't quite meet the walls. They'd find us. We couldn't go into the hall because the blinds in the living room were torn up, and the window was right in front of the hall.
The rifle went off, and then we heard them. Circling the house... THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... They were hitting the walls as they circled, waiting for us to make a noise, waiting for some sign we were there.
Which is pretty unrelated to all this, except I didn't dream about The Cowboy last night. And he's shown up again on my email today.
My Mother thought it important to email me and let me know an anonymous tipster had turned him in. When they went to the house to arrest him, they found the components of a meth lab there, so now he's in jail.
I am not at all surprised, and I'm wondering if they're going to manage to keep him there this time. I've never known someone to have been arrested so many times for the same thing and keep getting out of it before. And I really didn't want to hear any more about him. I'm done with that part of my life. Please to not be bringing it up.