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Termyn8or -> WTF - rant (7/27/2009 12:00:48 PM)
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My life, damn. I don't know where to star, perhaps current events.
I generally try to help my friends, no matter their shortcomings, I can do what I can do. Spent a good amount of time preppeing ads and stuff for a new business. Going to kick it off this year buy don't expect alot of action until next year. Dude's got a cell phone, but no car right now. Getting to the job is a different story, he has helpers with trucks, which he would need anyway so it is not a big problem. He ran out of money and we have all this material with his phone number on it, so I wound up footing this month's phone bill for him. OK fine, he owes me fifty bucks no big deal.
Now this guy had to move to the east side because all the crack hos loved him. I have witnessed this, they literally would walk in with a loaded pipe and a plate of food and then spread their legs. Many were hookers but he never paid, at least in money. In my carefully considered opinion he never really got addicted but he sure as hell liked the shit too much. So for about a year he moved out to BF Egypt somewhere and it's far. So now he has to move and I told him to move to the west side because I simply can't stand driving on the east side, he agreed. Also he is far enough removed from that high life now that it wouldn't be a problem anymore.
In for a penny in for a pound right ? OK so just at the due date I pay the bill and that was Thursday IIRC. Yesterday he came over and I dropped him off at the train station to get home. We did quite a few hours generating advertising copy for his new venture and actually to me, it looks pretty good. So a few hours later I get a call from a pay phone, he lost his phone on the train. In for a penny, in for a pound, what comes after that ?
So I got this other friend who has an old phone from the same company, T mobile. I picked it up last night. Now I have to go to one of their stores and have this phone programmed to his number. The only dilemma is once that is done how to get it over there. I have flat out told him I do not intend to drive out there. I don't have a license but I have really made up for it in warrants. I have personally found that it is impossible to get insurance, maybe from Lloyd's of Londondon but no other way, so I am endangering my, as well as the family's property if something happens. So he loses his fucking phone. In for a peeny, a pound, and now for the lost and found. Dammit.Why now, this is the worst fucking time in the world for shit like this to happen, but I have lost things too, so how much can I bitch ? In for a penny, or more like a few bucks worth of toner out of my printer, something must be done. Otherwise I don't get paid back. Sucker me eh ? So OK, today I will find a T mobile place and take care of that, but I am not running over to the east side, sorry. I don't know ther area and I am through going there. His lease is up in a month and I told him straight out if he can't find a place on the west side, move into my van in the driveway if nothing else. Fuck this. If you know the east side of Cleveland you know what I mean. It seems like when they put in the roads there was nio plan, they just meandered about with their paving machine or whateve and then someone came along and built houses. The west side seems so much more orderly.
Then we got my other buddy. The argument with him was about the same as many others. We can argue, but I will make an attempt to hear what you say and we can all be nice. But like others he seems to have adopted the opinion that what I say is not as important as what he says. Verbal coitus interruptus ensues. This argument ends with "How many words came out of my mouth before you inter-fucking-rupted me ? This has happened before, now it's this guy's turn.
I have no idea why, but people get comfortable with me and then seem to think it is OK to interrupt me. I have learned to remember what I said, and now I respond with " How many words did I say before you interupted me ?", and they never have the answer. It was five words this time. The argument ended with me telling him to get out.
About an hour later the guy is at my window "Ternimator, sorry, I did interupt you......." Whatever. Everything is fine. Later, discussing it I said to him "Dude, I am good witrh words, but I can't compress all m thoughts into five words, I just don't think it can be done".
In the first case with the cellphone and all this shit, well OK, that's the way it is, plus he did alot of work on my house gratis. The second case is not the first time though. It seems to keep happening. These peole know I am dominant by nature and they know to what lengths I will go if I get really pissed off, well not all. The thing is that at least a half dozen of my friends have gone through this stage, at first everthing is fine, but the day comes when they thjink it is OK to interupt me at will. At that time I have to reassert myself, and it usually involves "GET OUT". I did not say do not come back. I mean I had a good thought in my head, relevant to the topic being discussed and now you have derailed me. Really it is your loss, but it is a plentiful source of aggravation for me, especially when I lose my train of thought.
The dude with the phone, maybe that was more of a rant. There's not a hell of alot of advice that could be applied to that situation. All this ad copy going out, the phone number must stay alive. But why do people get the idea that they can just talk any fucking time a though hits their puny fucking brain. Don't get me wrong, these people are my friends, but at least a half dozen of them have gone though this stage, and at times it has actually resulted in a fight. The thing is that now I am not as tough as I used to be so I use tools. I would really like to avoid that situation because you know what tools those are, guns. I surely don't want to go there from here, when it is over something so stupid.
Yes I am donimant by nature, but there are a few things about me. For one my hospitality is near unlimited, and I am tolerant. Even when they start talking about fishing I don't get pissed, although I hate the entire subject. I don't fish, except at the supermarket, I have ABSOLUTELY no interest in it, but I will tolerate it because well, if they want to talk about it fine. In the colloquial(sp) sense, I don't want to be a Nazi about it.
Another thing that gets me about my crowd, I am finding alot of ex-brother in laws. West siders mainly, maybe we are a bit clanish. I let them talk and sometimes just listen, sometimes comes up something like this :
"When you were about seven did you ________"
"Yup I did"
"So it was you then"
"Yup"
And then in another instance :
"Remember me ?"
"Huh"
"I was your brother in law for 3½ years"
"Oh yeah, that's you ? How you been".
It seems amazing how much the world seems to be getting smaller.
Of cours at this point I am expecting the usual commentary, some people calling me a dweeb for falling into this and so forth. I don't know how much I can disagree, but I'll tell you this much, with the crowd I have I can get almost anything I want. Really. People will hold my cars in their name so I can get legal plates, they will get me ANYTHING I need, and in most cases ANYTHING I want.
Sometimes I feel as though I have falen into a trap of sorts. All I have to do is say I want something and I get it. Money or no money. I wouldn't trade this situation for the world, and actually find it difficult to even fathom moving far away. Yes some of them do hard drugs, but none are addicted, I got rid of the addicts. I am strong enough to say no so it is not an issue.
Speaking of addicts, I got a buddy who sees one of the addicts I got rid of from time to time. I get the word he wants to hook back up, he is so sorry and all that shit.; Well, he was warned the second time he ripped me off that the next time was it, and it was it. When R told me that L would like to see me, for no particular reason, just to talk, my response was [after a brief pause] "I decline". Hey, anyone can make a mistake, but he ripped me off three times, that's three strikes.
I hope that if the guy makes another friend he remembers to respect his property, like he seemed to forget that about me. I stick to my word and when I said he was out, I meant it. Anybody can make a mistake, but three times establishes a pattern and I WILL NOT have people around me I can't trust.
There are a few things I take pride in in life. I stick to my word and when I use the word 'never' I really do mean it. Othere than that I always try to help people when able. Nobody says jack shit about what I do, because they know that I have been at least fair, if not more than fair with everyone I have met and allowed into my little 'chosen family'. When I tell a johnny come lately to "GET OUT" I don't get a single comment on it, the people who really know me do not say a word.
I have only excommunicated two people thusfar. The crackhead ripped me off three times. Once for beer money, then he took MY truck and somehow swang a bunch of deals using MY money toget crack, and then the last time was for a measely ten bucks. I hear he is doing poorly and maybe his request that I see him was like "before I die". But when I say never I mean never, and get this, that person introduced me to others and some of those are part of my crowd to this day, after over twenty years. Doesn't matter, he will never see me nor hear my voice again as long as he lives.
Is that so harsh ? If so then why ? Is being part of my chosen family that valuable ? Maybe so. In the case of the verbal interuptus guy the other day, I have alreadt told him. See he has kids and the ex won't let him see them. I told him stright out "You can see them, just say the word". He did not after I explained what that means. See I have the lawyers guns and money. They arwe not far, and are in an area I can handle. After the explaination of how that would go, he decided no, it woulod be too traumatic. He knows full well I woulod get the possee together and make it hppen, but it entail holding opeople at gunpoint and I actually commend him for turning the offer down. This would not be a pleasant situation. As I discussed what it would take to do this and get away with it, he almost started stuttering. In a situation like that you have to totally dominate, and the fact that he qwould have to be there would make him the ficus of the whoe investigation. I didn't even wan t to do it.
He can't handle it. They would be on him like maggots on a piece of rotten fruit. I am not so sure I could, what would I tell them ? I found these guys in a bar somewhere, I don't know any of their names but they agreed to help me forcefully invade a hom for no profit, only to endanger themselves for WHAT ? One thing I know in life, if you are going to lie, keep it simple. It would take an expert to handle this.
I generally don't lie, life works so much better that way. I did the other day, someone called here for someone who was here and they did not want to talk to them. I made amotion with my hand, meaning get out, walk out the door. Then I simply said "He just left". That is about as close as I get.
If you have read down to this point, thanks for letting me rant. Just know what I deal with, and they wonder why I drink LOL. I might preach about Keep It Simple Stupid, but I don't practice it. Life has become more complex than I prefer actually. I hope people are aware of the difference between ranting and bitching. I am not bitching. I get two grand worth of work on my car for a couple hundred. Tuckpoint the chimney ? Would be $600, but it's $150. Guy loses his cellphone, I got another compatible one the same day. Night atually now that I think of it. People show up just to help, for the hell of it. "We weren't doing anything so me and my olady are going to stop over". It does have it's advantages. I men I don't even remember how to do dishes, sweep the floor, mow the grass.
I wouldn't trade this life for anything, even with those rough spots. The best times come when I have a houseful and we have a conversation, ance everone learns not to interupt that is. But it does take a bit of doing to cultivate a crowd like this.
Sorry about the typos, I can't find my computer glasses, I am wearing my driving/outside glasses so I can't really proof this. Just as well, once up and about I have to go find a T mobile place, then what I don't know. I would just about rather mail the dude the phone, I'll figure it out.
If you got down to here, thanks for reading my rant. At least someone in the world knows what I have to deal with,,,,,,,TODAY.
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