Fla Flash
05-16-2002, 03:27 AM
Okay, today at work sucked.
The "Office Bitch", the only co-worker whose IQ is above that of a fucking toaster is in NY, checking out her lil' bro's graduation this week. So I'm stuck here in dumbass land. No prob, right? Wrong.
First, I need to be home on time. Ain't happening. Boss takes off with a customer leaving me with the new guy (who is ok) until he gets back. He gets back at 6:30.
I'm riding home on my bike, and I need to cross railroad tracks. A train shows up and as I watch it move across the tracks, all I can think of is the motion, and how it can put you to sleep. And the fucking dam breaks.
Jesus, there isn't a day goes by that I don't remember something she said, did, or the way she looked, smelled, or always made me feel better. I miss Beth.
So I sit there, for probably ten minutes after the train goes by, bawling my damned eyes out like a baby. I look up and pray she didn't see that. I pedal on.
Find out this dipstick, who may indeed go to jail, has decided to sleep outside somewhere in someone's yard. WTF?!?
I get home, mess with Pokemon Crystal some, and there's a knock on my door. It's the police. I get up slowly, bring my beer to the door with me and answer it.
Cop: "Are you so and so?"
Me: "Yes. What can I do for you officer?"
Cop: "I've a complaint from a Mr. Frank Wolf."
Me:(looking puzzled) "About what? I don't have my stereo very loud.".
Cop (smiling)"It's nothing like that. Where were you last night?"
Me(remembering, trying not to get nervous): "I watched TV with my landlady's boyfriend, up front."
Cop: "Is he home now?"
Me: "Yeah."
Cop: "Let's go talk to him.".
So on the way up to the landlady's I say:
"What's up anyway?"
Cop: "This guy swears you assaulted him."
Me: (laughing) "You gotta be kidding."
Cop: "If somebody sends me out I'm never kidding.".
We get to the house. The cop asks the Gobbler, right in front of me, "Was this man here last night?"
Gobbler: "Hell, yeah. I had to throw him out about midnight."
Cop nodded. Looked at me.
Cop: "I had a feeling this was a wild goose chase. That boy's one of the more well known crackheads around town, anyway. Who gives a shit if somebody beat his ass?."
Cop walks down the walkway and turns.
"Oh, thank you for your time, and I'm sorry to have bothered you.".
The Gobbler and I watched him pull out and after the car left he looked at me.
Gobbler: "Why did he ask me where you were?"
Me: "Cause somebody beat the shit out of some crackhead last night and I got accused."
I turned around and walked away.
He ran out in the walkway. "By the way," he yelled, "were did you go after you left here last night?"
Me: "I caught a Donpan, Graveler, and Skarmony."
He laughed. "Pokemon, right?"
I nodded.
It's not the truth, though. I left the Gobbler's last night at ten. I rode my bike to the Winn Dixie and picked up a four pack. I was on my way home when I saw it.
Guy beatin' on a woman.
I jumped off the bike while it was still movin, and jumped his sorry ass. The girl must have been all fucked up, for all she did was lean against a tree and watch.
"What's you're problem, asshole?" this dipstick asks me.
"You," I growl. "Pieces of shit like you that beat up women.".
He laughs. "That's my whore. I give her all she needs and she does what I want. Now get the fuck out of here before I kick your fucking ass."
I straighten up. "She's obviously not capable of making a competent decision. I don't think you should try the ass kicking thing. It'll get us both in trouble."
"Fuck you. I got a councilman in my pocket."
I stare at him. "You're not touching her again."
He took a swing at me and I lost it. I must have been hit twenty or thirty times, but I only threw fists that would hit. He almost dazed me at one point, but I managed to evade him. He finally fell. It was then I realized how big this man was. I got nervous. Then the girl gets up from the tree screaming for the police. Knowing I didn't need to be there, I get on the bike and ride home.
Now I know something even better. My major league obsession with doing the right thing needs to stop. It's bad enough that guy was big enough to kill me, I don't need to be recognized doing that type of thing. Besides, do you think the girl was grateful?
My hobby has to end.
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The "Office Bitch", the only co-worker whose IQ is above that of a fucking toaster is in NY, checking out her lil' bro's graduation this week. So I'm stuck here in dumbass land. No prob, right? Wrong.
First, I need to be home on time. Ain't happening. Boss takes off with a customer leaving me with the new guy (who is ok) until he gets back. He gets back at 6:30.
I'm riding home on my bike, and I need to cross railroad tracks. A train shows up and as I watch it move across the tracks, all I can think of is the motion, and how it can put you to sleep. And the fucking dam breaks.
Jesus, there isn't a day goes by that I don't remember something she said, did, or the way she looked, smelled, or always made me feel better. I miss Beth.
So I sit there, for probably ten minutes after the train goes by, bawling my damned eyes out like a baby. I look up and pray she didn't see that. I pedal on.
Find out this dipstick, who may indeed go to jail, has decided to sleep outside somewhere in someone's yard. WTF?!?
I get home, mess with Pokemon Crystal some, and there's a knock on my door. It's the police. I get up slowly, bring my beer to the door with me and answer it.
Cop: "Are you so and so?"
Me: "Yes. What can I do for you officer?"
Cop: "I've a complaint from a Mr. Frank Wolf."
Me:(looking puzzled) "About what? I don't have my stereo very loud.".
Cop (smiling)"It's nothing like that. Where were you last night?"
Me(remembering, trying not to get nervous): "I watched TV with my landlady's boyfriend, up front."
Cop: "Is he home now?"
Me: "Yeah."
Cop: "Let's go talk to him.".
So on the way up to the landlady's I say:
"What's up anyway?"
Cop: "This guy swears you assaulted him."
Me: (laughing) "You gotta be kidding."
Cop: "If somebody sends me out I'm never kidding.".
We get to the house. The cop asks the Gobbler, right in front of me, "Was this man here last night?"
Gobbler: "Hell, yeah. I had to throw him out about midnight."
Cop nodded. Looked at me.
Cop: "I had a feeling this was a wild goose chase. That boy's one of the more well known crackheads around town, anyway. Who gives a shit if somebody beat his ass?."
Cop walks down the walkway and turns.
"Oh, thank you for your time, and I'm sorry to have bothered you.".
The Gobbler and I watched him pull out and after the car left he looked at me.
Gobbler: "Why did he ask me where you were?"
Me: "Cause somebody beat the shit out of some crackhead last night and I got accused."
I turned around and walked away.
He ran out in the walkway. "By the way," he yelled, "were did you go after you left here last night?"
Me: "I caught a Donpan, Graveler, and Skarmony."
He laughed. "Pokemon, right?"
I nodded.
It's not the truth, though. I left the Gobbler's last night at ten. I rode my bike to the Winn Dixie and picked up a four pack. I was on my way home when I saw it.
Guy beatin' on a woman.
I jumped off the bike while it was still movin, and jumped his sorry ass. The girl must have been all fucked up, for all she did was lean against a tree and watch.
"What's you're problem, asshole?" this dipstick asks me.
"You," I growl. "Pieces of shit like you that beat up women.".
He laughs. "That's my whore. I give her all she needs and she does what I want. Now get the fuck out of here before I kick your fucking ass."
I straighten up. "She's obviously not capable of making a competent decision. I don't think you should try the ass kicking thing. It'll get us both in trouble."
"Fuck you. I got a councilman in my pocket."
I stare at him. "You're not touching her again."
He took a swing at me and I lost it. I must have been hit twenty or thirty times, but I only threw fists that would hit. He almost dazed me at one point, but I managed to evade him. He finally fell. It was then I realized how big this man was. I got nervous. Then the girl gets up from the tree screaming for the police. Knowing I didn't need to be there, I get on the bike and ride home.
Now I know something even better. My major league obsession with doing the right thing needs to stop. It's bad enough that guy was big enough to kill me, I don't need to be recognized doing that type of thing. Besides, do you think the girl was grateful?
My hobby has to end.
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