Fla Flash
05-07-2002, 11:57 AM
Okay, I've been home Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Had a mini-vacation (first one in 9 years). While I was expecting all sorts of trouble from the Gobbler, guess what? I did something smart.
I reasoned with him. I believe he's got some type of mental problem, (maybe paranoid, delusional, hell maybe both) and I wanted to see what he had upstairs. After talking to him Friday night for a half hour I came up with the answer.
Not a whole hell of a lot.
He didn't mess with anybody all weekend. I got my peace and quiet. Almost.
The guys who were ticked at him started showing up at my house and wanting to talk. One of 'em showed up Saturday at 8:00 am and didn't leave until 4:00 pm. I just sat outside, in the shade, trying to relax. Well, I didn't see him after 4. He showed up again the next morning at 8:30. He only hung around till noon, though, so I got to enjoy the rest of my day.
But here's the kicker. Who shows up at 9 am on Monday morning while I'm messin' with my data disks?
Gobbler.
He hung over at my house until 3 pm. He was well behaved and I was a little impressed. After he left, I sat there thinking.
Maybe I should bill all of 'em for "sessions". The one guy that came over Saturday and Sunday is having problems (still) dealing with the death of our neighbor (they were real close) and he sank back into the alcohol. I dunno. It seems the more you tell somebody something's gonna kill 'em, the less they listen.
So I'm talking to the landlady Monday night while numbnuts goes to the store. She asks how he behaved today.
I said fine and asked her why.
She tells me she thinks he's got some kind of chemical imbalance in the brain.
I tell her if that's the case, alcohol probably sets it off.
She agrees. She just sits there, looks at me and asks "Why aren't you married somewhere?"
I look back at her. "I'll let you know just as soon as I figure it out. Might have something to do with being burned a couple of times."
She nods. "I know what you mean."
All of a sudden I felt sad for her, cause I know she's not happy. I think she was happier before the Gobbler came along.
Oh well, at least we have peace for now. ^_^
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I reasoned with him. I believe he's got some type of mental problem, (maybe paranoid, delusional, hell maybe both) and I wanted to see what he had upstairs. After talking to him Friday night for a half hour I came up with the answer.
Not a whole hell of a lot.
He didn't mess with anybody all weekend. I got my peace and quiet. Almost.
The guys who were ticked at him started showing up at my house and wanting to talk. One of 'em showed up Saturday at 8:00 am and didn't leave until 4:00 pm. I just sat outside, in the shade, trying to relax. Well, I didn't see him after 4. He showed up again the next morning at 8:30. He only hung around till noon, though, so I got to enjoy the rest of my day.
But here's the kicker. Who shows up at 9 am on Monday morning while I'm messin' with my data disks?
Gobbler.
He hung over at my house until 3 pm. He was well behaved and I was a little impressed. After he left, I sat there thinking.
Maybe I should bill all of 'em for "sessions". The one guy that came over Saturday and Sunday is having problems (still) dealing with the death of our neighbor (they were real close) and he sank back into the alcohol. I dunno. It seems the more you tell somebody something's gonna kill 'em, the less they listen.
So I'm talking to the landlady Monday night while numbnuts goes to the store. She asks how he behaved today.
I said fine and asked her why.
She tells me she thinks he's got some kind of chemical imbalance in the brain.
I tell her if that's the case, alcohol probably sets it off.
She agrees. She just sits there, looks at me and asks "Why aren't you married somewhere?"
I look back at her. "I'll let you know just as soon as I figure it out. Might have something to do with being burned a couple of times."
She nods. "I know what you mean."
All of a sudden I felt sad for her, cause I know she's not happy. I think she was happier before the Gobbler came along.
Oh well, at least we have peace for now. ^_^
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