Day from Hell
First off, last nite was fun. Laura came by and she and i went out for Mexican food... I didn't eat but i joined Laura in the drinking part of things, and Laura got smashed and told me lots of amusing stories and laughed WAY to hard at some of my stories, and then i lusted after the cute mexican guy who took our money.
Laura has Simpsons checks. I envy that.
After the food and the drinks (and i was responsible--i had only 2 weak margaritas), I drove us over to Best Buy only we didn't make it to best buy. for whatever, reasons, an amusement park had sprouted up in the mall's parking lot so we went THERE instead. It wasn't very amusing but it WAS a park, at least, in that it was in the parking lot. Laura was fun. She got caught checking out this really bosomy curvy chick, won a bear, and refused to ride ANY of the rides with me. (BTW, the curvy chick was one of those types who's all tits and ass. In fact, i think her ass had tits.)
Then we came back to my apt. cause Alan was gonna be calling soon (we were gonna go pick up some furniture at the First Presbyterian Church--LONG story). While waiting for the call, I amused laura with the really bad, really old porn mags that'd recently come into my possession. We're talking AWFUL gay porn. Terrible. It might be sexy stuff if i could stop laffing at it long enough to jerk off to it.
Laura was quite amused. I'm sure the whole apartment complex heard her exclaiming over the fact that very few of the men seemed to have hardons. When she DID find an erect penis, she shouted: "An ERECT PENIS" very loudly. God knows what the neighbors were thinking. Prolly that i was attacking her with a dildo.
Anyway, so then alan called, i met him at the church, we rummaged around, set off the burgular alarm, got some shelves and a nifty 1950s style cabinet record player thingy that's doubling as a sofa table now.
I went to work this morning. I got a call. Greg'd had a wreck--after the saga of getting his car fixed, he'd wrecked it by rear-ending a poorly-signalling FedEx truck. He didn't take all of this well--when i got home Laura and Carrie were comforting him as he freaked out about having to pay 55 bucks to have the car towed here. I hope he didn't freak out too badly but i'm sure he did--he looked like shit and was screaming obscenities, and the tow-truck driver looked nervous. ANYway, he survived the wreck in tact, tho he's got burns from the airbags and might have a broken hand.
I helped him upstairs to the apt and tried to calm him down. No luck. He started screaming at me about how he just can't be happy, that life is shit, that he's sick of it and that he wants to die. Then he left.
Ah well. I left too. I was working for dad 2day, doing deliveries, so i made a delivery and drove back past our place. Greg was on the street corner, still in his best buy clothes, looking addled and beaten up (the air bag burned his face). I honked at him, he ignored, i tried to run him over with the car to get his attention (well, not really--i merely honked again, but still). Finally got him to get in. We drove the van back to dad's, i told him i was leaving to make greg go to the hospital. Greg refused. Groused. Bitched. Smiled when i opened the sunroof and that morning's rain poured down on my head.
I got him to smile.
So then i take him to target for medical supplies, then to a friend of his, floyd, who's about 45. Floyd took greg in when his parents kicked him out, and is usually able to talk sense into greg when i can't. I left him at floyd's because i needed a break to regroup. Came home. Made some calls. Called greg to make sure he was ok and he begged me to come to floyd's to be with him.
When i got there, it was Agitated Greg again. Apparently--and u gotta love this irony--when greg called his insurance company from Floyd's house, greg's parents just HAPPENED to be at the same insurance company paying for their coverage. The agent handed the phone to greg's dad without asking greg and so greg had to tell them what had happened AND that he was at Floyd's house (greg's parents loath floyd). They told greg they were coming over there.
So not only did i have to deal with Agitated Greg/Crashed and Burned Greg/Torment Towtruck Drivers Greg, but i'd also have to deal with Parent Encounter Greg. All i could do was hug him and try to be as light as possible, hoping to cheer him up. Floyd helped a bit. And greg's parents came, asked Floyd and me to leave the room, and they all three talked. Floyd and i kept close to the room in case a fight broke out, and we discussed greg's situation. Floyd's a great guy. He seems to understand.
So greg's parents were very frosty and very disappoving, but they left without any bloodshed. Floyd at LAST convinced greg to go get his hand xrayed, and i came home to drop off the tv and deal with the OTHER crap we need to deal with. At one point i decided to go get some food, walked downstairs, and BOOM--there's greg's parents. It was raining lightly so i stood in the rain as they inspected the car. I tried to be nice, and they were civil to me, and i think it's beginning to sink in just how much Greg distrusts them--the fact that he didn't call them about the wreck or really want to see them has, i think, hit his mom pretty hard. Good. They deserve a bit of doubt and agony.
So ok, that's my day, as to-the-point as possibly. U want details, send me an email :-)
Later!
M
Laura has Simpsons checks. I envy that.
After the food and the drinks (and i was responsible--i had only 2 weak margaritas), I drove us over to Best Buy only we didn't make it to best buy. for whatever, reasons, an amusement park had sprouted up in the mall's parking lot so we went THERE instead. It wasn't very amusing but it WAS a park, at least, in that it was in the parking lot. Laura was fun. She got caught checking out this really bosomy curvy chick, won a bear, and refused to ride ANY of the rides with me. (BTW, the curvy chick was one of those types who's all tits and ass. In fact, i think her ass had tits.)
Then we came back to my apt. cause Alan was gonna be calling soon (we were gonna go pick up some furniture at the First Presbyterian Church--LONG story). While waiting for the call, I amused laura with the really bad, really old porn mags that'd recently come into my possession. We're talking AWFUL gay porn. Terrible. It might be sexy stuff if i could stop laffing at it long enough to jerk off to it.
Laura was quite amused. I'm sure the whole apartment complex heard her exclaiming over the fact that very few of the men seemed to have hardons. When she DID find an erect penis, she shouted: "An ERECT PENIS" very loudly. God knows what the neighbors were thinking. Prolly that i was attacking her with a dildo.
Anyway, so then alan called, i met him at the church, we rummaged around, set off the burgular alarm, got some shelves and a nifty 1950s style cabinet record player thingy that's doubling as a sofa table now.
I went to work this morning. I got a call. Greg'd had a wreck--after the saga of getting his car fixed, he'd wrecked it by rear-ending a poorly-signalling FedEx truck. He didn't take all of this well--when i got home Laura and Carrie were comforting him as he freaked out about having to pay 55 bucks to have the car towed here. I hope he didn't freak out too badly but i'm sure he did--he looked like shit and was screaming obscenities, and the tow-truck driver looked nervous. ANYway, he survived the wreck in tact, tho he's got burns from the airbags and might have a broken hand.
I helped him upstairs to the apt and tried to calm him down. No luck. He started screaming at me about how he just can't be happy, that life is shit, that he's sick of it and that he wants to die. Then he left.
Ah well. I left too. I was working for dad 2day, doing deliveries, so i made a delivery and drove back past our place. Greg was on the street corner, still in his best buy clothes, looking addled and beaten up (the air bag burned his face). I honked at him, he ignored, i tried to run him over with the car to get his attention (well, not really--i merely honked again, but still). Finally got him to get in. We drove the van back to dad's, i told him i was leaving to make greg go to the hospital. Greg refused. Groused. Bitched. Smiled when i opened the sunroof and that morning's rain poured down on my head.
I got him to smile.
So then i take him to target for medical supplies, then to a friend of his, floyd, who's about 45. Floyd took greg in when his parents kicked him out, and is usually able to talk sense into greg when i can't. I left him at floyd's because i needed a break to regroup. Came home. Made some calls. Called greg to make sure he was ok and he begged me to come to floyd's to be with him.
When i got there, it was Agitated Greg again. Apparently--and u gotta love this irony--when greg called his insurance company from Floyd's house, greg's parents just HAPPENED to be at the same insurance company paying for their coverage. The agent handed the phone to greg's dad without asking greg and so greg had to tell them what had happened AND that he was at Floyd's house (greg's parents loath floyd). They told greg they were coming over there.
So not only did i have to deal with Agitated Greg/Crashed and Burned Greg/Torment Towtruck Drivers Greg, but i'd also have to deal with Parent Encounter Greg. All i could do was hug him and try to be as light as possible, hoping to cheer him up. Floyd helped a bit. And greg's parents came, asked Floyd and me to leave the room, and they all three talked. Floyd and i kept close to the room in case a fight broke out, and we discussed greg's situation. Floyd's a great guy. He seems to understand.
So greg's parents were very frosty and very disappoving, but they left without any bloodshed. Floyd at LAST convinced greg to go get his hand xrayed, and i came home to drop off the tv and deal with the OTHER crap we need to deal with. At one point i decided to go get some food, walked downstairs, and BOOM--there's greg's parents. It was raining lightly so i stood in the rain as they inspected the car. I tried to be nice, and they were civil to me, and i think it's beginning to sink in just how much Greg distrusts them--the fact that he didn't call them about the wreck or really want to see them has, i think, hit his mom pretty hard. Good. They deserve a bit of doubt and agony.
So ok, that's my day, as to-the-point as possibly. U want details, send me an email :-)
Later!
M