7:11 pm - ~*~ One Hell of a Week. ~*~ We got updates here, and plenty of them. I've been working solid at this job for weeks now, and I am very happy here.
Every thing's going well there, but at the home it's going not so well. Peter's being a douche and threatening to kick us out and shit for being rude and noisy--meanwhile he's the one inviting frat boys over to the house and having parties all hours of the night with loud music, shattering glasses, yelling and screaming etc..
.Even when we're all trying to sleep for work the next morning. Even when we tell him so, and tell him to knock it off.
Jim says to just wait, and that Peter's trying to leave by the 20th. Chit-chatter, that shit don't matter, 'cuz it's not very likely..
.But if he does leave early, that means we can bring Cody into here and really power-save. I'm looking forward to that.
However, the major update I'm about to give you has nothing to do with home's stupidness, or work's awesomeness, or even the girl named Britney I met on the bus. This story is much more interesting than any of those, so here we go with my week so far: Because my laptop's been given it's final heave-ho, I haven't been online lately. We're working on that problem, but that was essentially the beginning of my weak.
Between that and Wednesday was dealing with Peter threatening us and Jim trying to keep the peace and me just wanting to feed this guy his shoes and the like. Then Wednesday, I was heading to the bus stop..
.And it's the day like any other day, I get to be on time, it's kinna rare, I'm happy, etc. And there also was this huge Samoan dude.
Twice as wide as me, and very nearly as tall--thick and tough lookin' like any ol' Samoan guy. (Not bein' racist, they just tend to be big tough dudes. Wrestling taught us well.
) And he's givin' me the stare--the stare that crazies give. On the 22 (San Jose's main bus line), there are usually crazies. Homeless people, people needing to be on meds, whatever.
So this isn't so unusual, and you can totally tell he's not there. But he's got his eye utterly fixated on me. And finally I just look away from staring back at him, deciding Love Hina was more important, when suddenly he opens up with ".
..So what's going on?
" And I look back, and I'm like, "What's going on? What's going on. What do you mean what's going on?
What's going on with what?" 'cuz hey, there's no reason to be mean to the crazy guy just 'cuz he's crazy. And he goes, "What's going on with The War?
"..And I figure he means the Bush war like everyone else is talking about, and I go, "Oh man, I dunno.
I wish that bullshit would stop. Us poor folk're the ones having to suffer for their money spending." and he goes, ".
..Yeah.
Why do you think they're doing it?" So I say, "Honestly? Prolly greed.
" He nods his head solemn like, and by now the 22's here. I go, "This your bus?" and he says, "No.
..522.
" and I'm like, whatever, wave to him, say "see you later", etc. Good visit, right? Ha.
..Keep reading.
This shit gets innerestin'. After I'm sitting down, I look at the enterence and he's coming on anyway. Oh well.
Look, he's sitting next to that old guy. Great, let the crazy guy speak to the old guy..
.The old guy seems to be ignoring him. So I bust out my notepad and begin making notes, when suddenly he's coming over and sitting next to me.
Great, oh well. The guy starts talking, and because the thrum of the bus engine, mixed with the fact that he's talking in whispers, or not at all and just moving his mouth, I can't hear him. Whether or not he's talking to himself or me tho, he's making eye contact and gestures with me though, so while I mostly pay attention to my notes, I look up every so on and nod my head and smile.
I catch a few words here and there. "Loyalty", right? And I go, "Yeah you know, Loyalty's great.
Very important." and he's nodding his head, so I figure the convo's going well. Later down, I hear him say "Communication", so I reply that communication is gold.
He's nodding, smiling, happy as can be. Great. Back to work.
Again, no reason to be mean to the crazy guy, just 'cuz he's crazy, right? Then I hear him say "My wife and kids", and I go, "Oh shit, you got wife and kids? That's great man!
Congratulations", and he looks down and goes "yeah...
" and then looks me dead in the eye, with fury, and says "You killed my son." Time literally freezes here for a second, and I'm like, "What..
?..
Naw man, I never killed your kid." and he goes, "Yes..
..Yes you did.
" and we go back in forth with variations of this, and apparently he thinks not only did I murder his son in cold blood and skin his face off with a bowie, but he thinks I wanna kill him too, just 'cuz earlier I asked what stop he was getting off of. And me of course, I'm denying it. Back and forth like this.
So as we approach a stop, he says, "You have to get off this bus right now...
Or we are going to have to fight, and I'm going to kill you." And I'm like, "Naw man..
.I can't be getting off this bus. I got work I gotta go to, if I get off I'll be late, and my boss was upset about that.
.So I gotta stay here. If you wanna get off, go for it.
If you wanna talk to the bus driver about it, go for it. If you want you and me to be on opposite sides of the bus? That's gold, too.
But I'm not getting off until Castro street." And another five minutes of this, variations of "You have to get off, or I'll kill you", and me going, "No way man, free country, piss off, I didn't kill anybody" and so on. Finally, he stands up right over me, and is looking right down into my eyes (which I look at him right back) and now he's got his arm also over me to the wall so I can't get up.
And he goes, "You have to get off, I don't want to have to be like you, don't make me a murderer, get off now or I will kill you. I'm going to count to five." And I just stare back like he crazy.
'Cuz..Well, he is.
But I'm not going anywhere. He starts counting. One, two, three.
..Then he stops, staring into my eyes, and realizing I'm not going fucking anywhere.
And..He starts to sit back down.
I'm like, "Good good, the crazy understands, I'm just--" And he comes back and smashes my face with his fist. I sigh, and calmly get up, and I say "ok, that was a punch" to myself. Meanwhile the old black lady, who was nearby, screams "oh my god" and runs to the back of the bus.
I stand, and hopping backwards while in stance like a backwards RVD walk, I make my way to the bus driver. Brother on the next seats over sees me go by and is weirded out by my stance, and then sees him and starts to sit up with the "holy shit" look on his face. I have enough distance, I turn around to just walk the rest of the way to the bus driver.
I get there, and I'm like, "Hey bus driver, this guy's punching me...
" And mind you, I'm all calm about it, so the bus driver looks at me with a chuckle 'cuz he prolly doesn't expect someone to say something like that with such a polite tone--and then sees the next punch slam upside my head. I'm just standing there mind you after this and another one, continuing my sentence as if nothing's changed, "..
.and I'd really appreciate it if *WHUD* you'd ask him to get off, or restrain him *WHUD* or..
Something...
" Bus driver lets out his own little scream, rushes the bus to the side, and picks up the phone to call 9-1-1. This isn't what I wanted. Meanwhile, I'm being shoved into the corner for some good ol' mudhole stomping.
I'm seriously not fighting this guy back, 'cuz with so many witnesses and it being a government place with cameras..I've had friends fight back in fights of this caliber before, and everyone went to jail.
Hell, Larry went to prison for defending himself, so I'm like "I'll just wait until someone helps me hold him down" and I'm trying to push him off me to do just that--restrain him. Unfortunately, holding down a Samoan twice my size is like trying to hold down a horse, so variations of "HELP ME HOLD HIM DOWN!!
" and "GET HIM OFF ME!!" escape from our tango as we roll around.
He sees the giant 24 ounce of Monster energy drink in my pocket and pulls it out, smashing it over my head (felt like a bat) and it shatters in half upon impact, etc etc. I look around while taking more punches to my face. My hands are soaked in blood, obviously mine because I've been doing nothing but trying to hold him somehow, just gushing all kinds.
A real mess. And I see everyone around--most escaped outside, some are at the back of the bus, but absolutely no one wants to help. And I'm thinking to myself, "Well had I been anyone else but me, this guy would have murdered that person, and they would have just watched that man, woman, or child die.
.." So in seeing no one has the balls to restrain this cat, I gotta difuse this another way.
I stand up, and he's grabbing onto my coat and shirt trying to pull me back down. And I walk with him, dragging him with me, to the exit. I push the button for the doors to open and then point, hanging there out the door.
..And I go, "Look dude.
You wanted me off the bus..Well, there's off.
The cops are on the way, we can sit here and wait until they come, and then if I killed your son, you'll know and there'll be justice." He thinks long and hard about it. The brotha who saw me (already off the bus and at the exit I just opened) goes, "Come on man!
Just let him go...
There's already blood all over the floor!" and I figure it's only some from my lip or something. He lets me go, and I then walk a few paces away, and look back at the giant frothing-at-the-mouth-in-rage crazy Samoan cat.
And the brotha goes, "Man, are you ok?!?
" I don't feel a thing. I know it's not numb, 'cuz I test by poking my face, and look back like "Yeah just fine, just didn't wanna fight today is all..
I'm'a be late for work. Damn..
." all calm and shit. And he goes, "No dude, you're NOT ok!
Look at yourself!" and I look at the bus window using it as a mirror, and holy fuck no, I have absolutely dawned the proverbial "Crimson Mask". I am caked in blood all over my face and hands, you'd hafta try hard to find a spot with skin.
And I go, "Gosh...
Guess I'm not. Adrenaline, 'ey?" and we have a good (albeit nervous) chuckle about it.
We wait 15 minutes for anyone to show up. Meanwhile, giant crazy frothing Samoan guy is guarding the enterences. Any one I get near, he runs over to and stands in--it was endearing in a weird kinna way, like the bus was his cub or something.
By now VTA security pulls up, and I go over to talk to her about what's happened. He hops out of the bus, and starts chasing that brotha-man that said he'd stay around and be my witness, screaming now that THAT guy killed his son. And I'm like, "What the hell?
He's black with a baseball cap and glasses. How the fuck do you confuse him with me?" and shit, you know?
And that guy preffered running into traffic head on than messing with the crazy Samoan cat, and then the Samoan decides to go after me again, and walks towards me. VTA security tells me to just keep away with him, so we literally pull a calm-paced Tom Jerry around the bus, just walking around it in circles, him following me. Thirty minutes later, cops FINALLY show up.
I'm thinkin', "man if I had been someone else and he hadn't killed that someone else on the bus, they DAMN SURE would be dead by now..Fuck.
.." and the cops come out; Sheriff's there, Sunnyvale PD's there, and Mountain View PD's there.
..Because we're on the boarder of the two towns, Sheriff's calling the shots.
Has us sit down, and Sherrif tells me he's not able to arrest him, only I can with a citizens arrest. 'Cuz they didn't witness it. I'm like, "Um.
.What? No, you have witnesses.
Talk to my witness." and I point. By now, my witness has returned (good man!
) He talks to the witness, talks to me, and then talks to the crazy Samoan, who not only lead the Sheriff to my location, but is smiling pleasantly, I'm guessing because he thinks he's gonna get some kinna justice for his destroyed kid. Sheriff points to him and goes, "Cuff him." and he's like, "WHAT?
!" and it takes three cops to hold him down while the Sheriff himself makes the cuff. Meanwhile, paramedics find me very fascinating.
They go, "Does this hurt?" and I go, "No..
I know I'm puffed up on the eye, nost, and left half of the lip...
Um...
But no, I'm fine. Can I go to work now?" And the paramedic guy goes, "Um.
..You have cuts in your hair, and 90% of the hair is soaked in blood.
Sir, please go to the hospital." and I go, "Dude..
Going to the hospital costs money." and he goes, "You were clearly assaulted here, and as a victim of assault and battery, you can sign up to get this entire situation completely paid for my the state. So I go, "Sold.
" In the ambulance I go. We're sitting there, they gimme a rag to whipe at my face and stuff, and I'm still bleeding but it's starting to harden now. My beard is crunchy, so's my hair haha.
We get to the hospital at like...
10AM, and they keep me there until 5PM, literally taking X-Rays and crap..And otherwise leaving me there to wait.
And waiting for the Doctor to come back was like waiting for Prince to call. "The doctor will be with you in a few minutes." an hour later, "The doctor is here, he'll see you in five minutes.
" another hour later, "He's right around the corner, he's on his way" and so on haha. I got visits from both Wally and James (Major), though; good times. But finally, it turns out, the bone between my eye socket and my left nose nostril is broken, as is the bone under my eye.
I found out about this on my own when I tried to blow my nose to get all the blood out, and my eye very nearly popped right out of the socket. Literally. Then he said he thinks it'll be ok if we just leave it, but he's not sure, so he refers me to another doctor that I hafta go see the next day, and hands me a CD with pictures of my X-Ray.
The next day (yesterday), I go to that doctor and pay him $200 to look at my X-Ray pictures and tell me it'll be ok. In the meantime, during both doctor visits, I impressed my doctors by not only being able to take the pain even though it's been hours and I feel nothing (or days even, and I still feel no pain)..
.But they also say I have the best eyesight they've ever checked in. I'm pretty proud of that.
Otherwise, it sucked, but I went to the reimbursing people today, and everything'll be ok. In the meantime, I'm gonna go to Chris' bachelor party tomorrow, and theoretically hit Jamie's wedding next Friday. Man, what a week, I tell ya.
James: Um, Walker...
Fighting a bear is like, a step down from fighting an enraged Samoan. You have to actually kill the mama bear's cub infront of it to get the same effect. Haha.
..Those're the updates, Mr.
T Sez: "I am the best bodyguard, because I'll take a bullet, I'll take a stab wound, I'll take a hit upside the head; I'm like a Kamikaze pilot; The President got shot because his men relaxed." 6:22 am - ~*~ The Good, The Bad, And The Awesome. ~*~ Allright, we got the UPDATES for you today, suckas.
Thaaaat's right, we got GOOD news, BAD news, and AWESOME news, so hear everything I got to see--I may be writin' here for a while.
First and foremost, Rebecca has come down to live in the CA. It's only for a month this time around, but I definately welcome her with open arms and hope she enjoys her stay.
She's in Oakland, but I intend to visit her. When she first got here, though, we all had a big hangout--her, me, and her folks. I love these people, seriously, they gimme that good wholesome family vibe--even if I don't agree with the parent's decisions half the time.
And man, we had a good time--We basically wandered around Walmart getting her school supplies, and then wandered around the mall and saw stuff we couldn't buy 'cuz that mad cash ain't come in yet 'til Dave Busters got visited for some good foods. I was hoping Chris was there, 'cuz every time they come down we go to the D B, but whenever I go there with my other friends (Rebecca or Zeke), he's never around..
Which is weird, because he is ALWAYS going there. But I definately had a good time, and I really am glad to have seen her again. So that was Good.
Then, the bad...
Man, money. I hate being poor. And I had a thing going, but it's running dry, and it's not like none of the jobs I've applied to are really come out to me.
Zeke's offered me one, but...
Where I be moving, it may be way too absurdly far. I'm trying to get this job at Books Inc, and I'm told it's pretty much in the bag, I just need to go in and talk to this Gary cat and see if we can spin this into something awesome. It was David's old job, and it's now Brian's.
If not, I also applied other places, and intend to apply to even more. Fryz on Sunday definately, 'cuz we goin' there to get Jim another soddering piece of equipment to fix my busted laptop. See, I haven't been to my house infested with Richard, and I lack a laptop.
Thusly, I rarely am online as you can tell. I'm using Peter's mac while he's asleep as we talk right now. So.
..All this pretty much covers the Bad; still living with Richard, still don't have good money, and having to use a Mac.
This shit does not make me tee hee.
But NOW, comes The Awesome. Yes, indeed, the best news I've gotten in a LONG time.
Yes sir, a LONG time. See..
.This comes with a bit of a story, and maybe a moral. You know, I HATE friends that aren't REALLY friends.
That's right, I hate it when friends are more about themselves than you. People who, while are cool (and can even be VERY cool) to hang out with, still would sooner spend $25 bucks towards food for their face rather than saving your soul, even if $25 could do it. THOSE kinds of friends.
Friends who are out there only for themselves, and think about nothin' but theirselves, but are indeed fun people to hang with. I HATE those kinds of friends for one reason..
.And that's because they're deceptively poor room mates. Now, Richard and me aren't really cool people as you well and know.
Sometimes, we get along ok, but it's always bare minimums and it's always never going to last, and I wanna just punch until he stops moving.
But other people, people I've lived with before..
People who don't pay the full rent. People who hoarde money for their own. People who DON'T have a job, and do NOT look for one at all.
Just..Stuff themselves in their rooms and tee hee watching TV or anime or some bullshit.
Man, I have had so many room mates like that in my life..Friends who just WAIT for them to give you shit--give you a job, give you food, and just leech off you.
Yeah, they're WONDERFUL people to hang out with..But even when they have a job, if you support them they're content.
If they gotta pitch in more than bare minimums, they make you at fault, and demand immediate compensation with glares and distaste. What the fuck is that? When motherfuckers move in with eachother, you're like a family.
NOT contributing to the family is bad, but NOT paying your dues at ALL to what you SHOULD be is worse--It hurts that family, and while I have RIchard, Jim and Brian also have Peter.
Peter is one of these kinds of friends. And they're havin' a problem with the way it is.
He FINALLY got a job when they said, "job or GTFO by 31st of June", but he just got this job yesturday--Which is obviously July 6th. And while he makes FREE MONEY from a HOUSE he OWNS in Orgeon of $650 a month, and while he has about $10,000 in inheritance in his bank, he still REFUSES to pay full amount of rent that he's owed. When David was around, it was like $350 out of $500.
Now it's gone to like..$420, and it may be a measily $80, but it's $80 still.
Meanwhile, he DOESN'T share the rest of the funds on food or ANYTHING, and eats THEIR stuff they buy FOR THE HOUSE anyways. It's always the "bare minimum", as Jim says..
Only, it's not. It's less than the bare minimum. I love hanging out with Peter, he's a cool dude, but a year of that would just be fucking unacceptable, and they put up with it.
And...
They just don't feel they wanna live with him anymore, even if he did get a job (which he got late mind you).
So the AWESOME news is, while I feel a little bad about it, that's where I come in. I'm taking Peter's place, and the me and Jim and Brian are moving out.
I originally mostly felt bad because I was leaving Cody behind with Richard...
But then I remembered. Originally, with Peter, we were all going to get a four bedroom house, because the apartment I intended to live in with Jacob and Seamak back in Sacramento got fucked up over a girl. But now.
..With Peter gone, why do I need to leave Cody behind?
Maybe we dump our respective baggage, and the FOUR of us move in together?? Oh yes, that's exactly what it's gonna be.
I presented the idea to Jim, he was cool with it. I presented the idea to Cody, and he was all for it. I presented the idea to Brian, and he was with it.
The idea is so perfect, so crazy, I thought, "It just might work", and it IS. It's gonna happen, and I couldn't have asked for too much more of a better outcome. And I'm really happy about this.
The moral of this story? Selfish assholes should change their tune, before they get set up by the moral and honorable.
Now.
..I have many good friends here in San Jose, and I've had many that've left my life.
Shaun Thomas, Sterling Dubbert, and David Fields will be missed--Sure I still drop a hi to Dave and Shaun, but I never see them, just the occaisonal IM jibba-jabba. And Sterling's dead, and that makes me sad, and I miss them very much, and I wish they were still here with us majorly 'cuz man them's was some incredible cats. And there are other friends I love that are with significant others that I personally just don't wanna step on their game: Jamie and Chris (Bennett), Nick (Edenholm) and Leslie, Zeke and Kassy (York), Chris (Steinwinder) and Marian, James (Major) and Ruth, Alex and Deanna, Wally and Cheri, so on.
They're wonderful friends, but their spot in lives is with their future husbands/wives (whoo I rhymed). So THOSE friends aside--The taken and the gone, these three cats are the remaining of my truly great friends. These are the remaining GOOD remnants of my OLD apartment (the townhouse) and the best of my new place (Cody) finally being brought into one, allmighty supreme Awesome.
And THAT...
Is the Awesome.
And I can't wait.
So you see, I'm havin' the spot of my life.
There are a few bad niches--the baggage (Richard and such), the having to get money enough to move into a new place, PLUS money to get to Metrcon 4.5 in October (very important I go), gotta get a job. But overall?
I had a wonderful vacation in Florida, and I came back into an incredible opportunity. I'll be in a better neighborhood, a much cleaner home, with much better people--wonderful people. We're gonna kick this phat-ass beat to V-TEC, and I just hope it all works out like the glory I see in my mind.
Excitement excudes.
To The You,
Walker Pennington.
Mr.
T Sez: "You ain' thinkin' 'bout nothin' but yaself!
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