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Ah, Happy Easter everyone! I must say, it has been a very interesting one to say the least…

My day started out with sleeping in an extra hour because I knew it would be slow at work…hmm, thinking this was a good start to my day was very deceptive. I got to work to take my cab out, and it’s in the shop for work….again….so I end up in cab 65. Now, 65 is a very nice cab, much newer than my usual #3, so I thought again, a good day was coming….oh, if only I had remembered that Murphy has a hitlist out on me!

It started out with realizing (too late to do anything about it) that there was only 1/2 tank of gas in the car. Meaning that I would have to pay to fill it at the end of the day. If I had caught it before I left the Point, I would have been fine, but NO, I noticed it after I left and got my first fare….

Then, from 7:30 a.m. to noon, I only had 4 runs…this SUCKS!!!

From then on, my day only went downhill….my credit ¬†card machine wouldn’t print, and I also could not print cash receipts for people…big problem. As if this wasn’t enough, I get a call for a guy going to the Naval Base (which some parts you need a special I.D. to get in, which I do not have yet) and the dispatcher couldn’t tell me if this was one of those areas or not. I thought he was cancelling the call, but it remained on my computer, and he went on a break, leaving me sitting there wondering WTF to do.

Finally I just went to the house for the run. No one came out. I left, but stayed close by because I still could not get hold of dispatch on the computer to sort it out. I finally just called the phone for the back office to find out what is going on, finding out that nothing is going to dispatch from our computers. BIG issue!

So I call the guy from the Naval Base, and he says that no I.D. is needed and I take him. It’s close by the Point, so I go back to the Point and talk to the dispatcher about what was going on. There for another 1/2 hour, then I leave to get back to work. At this time, all of a sudden the A/C has stopped working, and I have had it. I take the cab back, talk to dispatch to make sure they had enough drivers, and I go home early.

Ahh, but please don’t think that Murphy is finished with me yet! He’s on a roll, and he’s going to get me yet…..

So I call the kid that had owed me a fare from the other day (I had his license and I forgot to give it back to him when he paid me…long story, but I’m too fucking nice to people….) so I take his license n back to him in Mount Pleasant. He notices my rear tire is low, so now I’m having to rush back home, search the phone book for a tire store (I could hear the leak, the valve stem was leaking, quite suddenly…) and finally figured out that Sears is open for another 45 minutes…so I rush over to West Ashley to the Citadel Mall for Sears to fix my tire.

Sears had quoted me $19 for a valve stem replacement…a little pricey I thought, but nothing else is open on Easter Sunday, so WTF, ok. I also ended up needing some brake fluid and power steering fluid, etc…..so it ended up to be $32. I had $52 and some change on me. Now, I had already told the guy about the tire being on a steel rim that tends to weld itself to the wheel, and that they needed a sledgehammer to get it off the last time they took it off. Apparently, he paid no attention to what I said…..they couldn’t get the tire off, and no sledgehammer in the shop. NO sledgehammer??? In an auto department??? hmmm……

By this time, they had closed 10 minutes ago and wanted to leave. They tried telling me that they wouldn’t be able to fix it tonight. Ummmm, NO. It’s flat. I can’t even drive it out of the parking lot. It MUST be fixed. Tonight. Now. I’ll buy a fucking sledgehammer myself so you can fix my car. So that’s what I do. By the time I went to the tools, found what I need (with the southern gentleman slowly talking/walking his way along trying to find the hammer section….) and returned, they had the tire off. They fixed it, but not without a bit of attitude. Yes, I know it’s now 5:30, and your families are waiting for you….but you were open when I got here, and if you had the proper tools, it would have been done by 5:05.

The only good things coming from today were the fact that I got 2 more regular customers for my cab….private runs, regularly. Almost daily. So, we’ll see what happens next! ūüôā

It has to get better….it can’t possibly stay this way….

Oh, and I forgot to tell you about the $47 fare that little bitch booked on…..if I see her, I’m running her over with my cab.

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I’m truly at a loss. I’ve had no sleep, I’m out of cigarettes because I’m trying to quit, and I’m fairly grouchy. It’s not turning into a good day for the last day before I start my new job. Happy Fucking Sunday to me. This is about my housemate Cindy and her boyfriend Nick (who does NOT live with us).

I awoke at 2:20 to them coming home, arguing loudly the whole time. Around 3, I confronted Nick and was told that he didn’t give a fuck, and that we “could throw down right now” if I had issues. I said I’d just call the police, and he said he didn’t give a fuck about the police. They argued loudly until 4, then Nick finally laid down on the couch. About 6 he started up again, she asked him to leave several times….”get the fuck out of my house” to be exact, several times. He refused, kept arguing, and finally she left, leaving him outside by himself locked out of the house. He broke into the house, ripping the screen on the front window, and coming inside to help himself to more of Cindy’s beer and going to her room to watch TV. She finally came back home, they argued some more, and finally getting him to leave with her at 8 am.

Adding to this, on Nick’s birthday earlier this week, they argued while they were at a bar, he showed up without her, went into her room and removed his things, along with throwing her TV on the floor. (no damage, thankfully). He then left. She came home a short while later. He showed up at 6:30 the next morning, banging on the window to her room, and got her to go outside where they proceeded to argue. I finally went out and told Nick to quiet down, to which he responded “I don’t give a fuck!” I told him we had neighbors and it’s 6:30 in the morning and that he had BETTER give a fuck. Cindy got him into the car and they left.

Now I refrained from calling the police for Cindy’s sake (my housemate). She was drunk, and trying her best to shut him up, he just wouldn’t stop or even quiet down. I have decided that if this occurs again, I’m calling the police immediately, but that doesn’t help with the situation at the moment. The fact that she kept leaving with him this morning to take him home, but kept BRINGING HIM BACK is bugging the living fuck out of me. I’m not sure, but I think he’s still sleeping in her room now.

Now, mind you, Cindy has lived here for over a year. This is the first time we’ve ever had any issue, and frankly my issue isn’t with her, it’s with her “former” drug addict boyfriend who is so on-again-off-again that it looks like a merry-go-round. But this is also the first time I’ve had to involve myself because of his being so highly disrespectful in our home. He has also never treated either of us in this way. So, that’s my life today. Well, as of Sunday morning….the main event happened saturday night/sunday morning. It’s just so much FUN! yay. So now I’m trying to figure out what I should do, what I can legally do, and how much of an impact whatever I choose to do is going to have on our friendship (cindy and I, that is…I couldn’t give a shit about Nick).

I realized after going over my last post, that I skimmed over high school and left almost everything out. Unconscious mind blockage, that is my excuse. I absolutely hated high school, and if not for my close friends at that time, i wouldn’t be here today. So thank you to those that i was close to in those years…the closest being Tara, Teresa, Dallas, Melissa, ¬†Tammy and Beth for the girls side, and scott, todd, chuck, johnny, ed and jimmy for the guys. These are the people who had to listen to me vent and they put up with my crap on a daily basis. I’m sure there are others that I haven’t put here, but please don’t feel neglected. It’s a mind-set thing, and in my mood right now, these are the people that come to mind.

Onward! High school was hell. I had already decided that, after 5-8 grades, i hated WV and the schools and the way kids treated outsiders. And that’s what i was, an outsider. I was never accepted as “homegrown” and I never fit in. Now, I wonder if that was because i wasn’t from there, or because somehow, subconsciously, we all knew i was different because i’m gay. I will probably never know. The Island Of Misfit Toys has always been my home…:)

My memories are foggy sometimes, and I may be confused and mix up the year of certain events, but this is what i remember most from high school….hating, being hated, and hiding behind that mask i made with that big smile. I was never truly happy, but i forced myself to hide it, and to only show a smiling face to all….only a select few knew when i was upset about something, or pissed off….most just saw me smile my way through everything. That mask is what kept me from throwing myself off the dam, since that would be easiest….and the fact that i belong to the water, and i would return there. (my parents bought me SCUBA classes for my 14th birthday).¬† I was bullied through every year of high school…and I can’t even imagine the bullying i’d have had to deal with if i had come out then. At that time, i pretty much hated my life, every aspect of it.

Ok….freshman year, my most outstanding memory is of getting the one and only F i ever got in school…in mechanical drawing. The teacher was a moron, and expected too much work to be done without teaching anything. Out of a class of 32, only 2 people passed, and if i remember correctly, they were second-year student. I would probably have gone on to be an architect or some type of draftsman if he had not been so idiotic that it completely turned me away from drawing of any kind. i don’t remember much else about that year….

My sophomore year memory is driver’s ed….those of you remember GHS and drivers ed….a quarter doing bookwork, a quarter for study hall, a quarter for driving, and another quarter for study hall.

My junior and senior years are a blur…the dances, the hanging out, getting laid for the first time…..but my memory is so fuzzy, i remember WHO i went to the dances with (homecoming, varsity ball, prom) but not which dance i went to with whom, or which dances i didn’t attend.¬† Most people i know can rattle that stuff off like it was yesterday….but not me. I DO remember the Chess Club, the chess tournaments we went to…jim and brian¬† getting me to start smoking…but mostly i remember computer classes my senior year.

Computers…i liked them when I was a senior. I took 3 classes dealing with computers and programming, along with a night college class.¬† I was into it…until the end. I remember the exact moment that i started disliking it…the minute that Mrs. Decker accused me of cheating and tried to have me expelled. I remember what i did clearly, and the outcome, but it was not as she believed. Melissa always had problems in class, and i helped her all the time.¬† I was too busy one day to help her, so I gave her my disc and told her to look at my assignment and how I did it, so she could see what to do. Instead, she copied it, changed the name on it, and turned it in. That was not my intention at all, but the instructor believed that it was. I remember my mom going in to a meeting with the teacher and principal, and discussing it. She had Mrs. Decker in tears in that room. A month before graduation, and she was trying to get me expelled….gee, how would THAT look on my permanent record?? All i was doing was trying to help someone, not trying to cheat. Ugh. I kinda didn’t want anything to do with computers after that, as I saw it as things can be done that you can’t prove, and you can be blamed for them….along with the bad taste in my mouth from her treatment….

I did graduate, and nothing came of the allegations from Mrs. Decker….thankfully…but I had no way to actually prove what I did or didn’t do….I DID give her my disc, but NOT with the intention of her doing what she did…so did I actually cheat?? Tough question, and I’m glad that the principal sided with me…and thankfully that I had NEVER been in trouble at school, not ever. I was truly a very good boy until i turned about 20 or so….;)

A couple weeks after graduation, i did a temp job for Heck’s department store doing inventory…the WHOLE STORE inventory. Took about 2 weeks, midnight shift. They liked my work, and soon after that, offered me a job. I worked there¬† for 11 months….along with a job at a local full service gas station pumping gas. I also got a 3rd job at a McDonald’s in Morgantown, and I was also doing volunteer work with the Emergency Squad on the ambulances. On¬†thursday morning, i left home to drive to McDs for work…It was chilly, but there was nothing on the roads as far as snow or ice. Or so I thought. I hit a patch of black ice on a curve, and spun my Caprice out…slamming into a rock backwards. I don’t know how long I was out, but I came to, blood on my forehead, and walked 1/4 mile to the closest house. They were up, and getting ready for church, but stayed, let me call my parents to come pick me up. I thought that since i was bleeding from my head, that i should probably go to the hospital and get checked…but dad said i was fine. Having volunteered on the ems squad for a couple years at this point, i really thought that i should go to the hospital, but dad said no, he wasn’t taking me, i was finel. I went home, and slept for 24 hours straight through. I spent a saturday night at the EMS answering the phone, and had to go to work the next morning at 6 in morgantown, so I left after getting almost no sleep, and began the drive to work, about 40 minutes away. I made it to the bottom of Hospital Hill, and that is the last thing i remember until I was crawling out of my car….I don’t remember driving up the hill (a 1-mile drive), or waving at my ex-girlfriends mother along the way…but at the top, i went through a telephone pole…snapped the pole into 4 pieces, riding one piece across a ditch and placing my car right up against a house. Not even a scratch on the house, but you couldn’t slide a piece of paper between them. As I got out of the car, there were phone lines strung over the top of my car, and i hit my head on one….realizing that one of them might be power lines, i ducked down and crawled away from the car and the lines. I happened to be right in front of my exes house, and of course she heard the accident and came outside….took me in, bandaged my knuckles (i put my hands in front of my face as I jolted forward) and called chuck, a friend of mine. He happened to be DJing at a local gospel radio station alone that day, put on a long-play record, and came to see me LOL. We also called my parents….who were getting ready for church, and my brother was visiting from Ohio. They came down…the police officer that showed up at the scene was my roommate’s ex-husband, so he called her, and she came down (in her pink bunny slippers, i might add LMAO). It was¬†like a 3-ring fucking circus….and all my dad did was bitch because when he opened my car door, a mcdonalds bag fell out. OMG, are you fucking kidding me!?!? But in the end, i completely lucked out. I wasn’t charged with anything, and my insurance paid the TRIPLE TIME for the repair crews to come out and replace the pole. I went to the hospital, was checked out and was fine. Had a heart monitor on for a week, and that came back normal. So, good to go, right? hmmmm.

Now that my car was smashed front AND rear, it was junk. the rear end was smashed up pretty well from the rock 3 days before, and now the hood looked like a horseshoe. I had not been wearing a seatbelt, and my chest completely shoved the steering wheel INTO the dash, you couldn’t even budge it. My knees had smashed the underneath dashboard. The car was fucked. Needless to say, I couldn’t work at mcdonalds (a 40-minute drive, remember?) anymore, so had to quit. I was just working at the department store after that. dallas was pregnant, and we got back together, since we got along so well when i crashed my car in front of her house. soon though, i figured out that i wasn’t the dad, and began to have issues. I moved to Ohio with my sister and her family…i’m now 19, and found a job at a gas station by the highway. I moved, got a couple different jobs, then fell on hard times and had to move back home.

Now, before moving away, as I was working at Heck’s, i get a phone call at work…i NEVER get phone calls, so I knew something was wrong. It was my parents neighbors calling to say that dad had a heart attack and was at the hospital, and they were coming to pick me up. Dad had just finished building the new house, and they were moving in that day…mom had gone to lock up the old house for the night, and dad and his friend bob were relaxing at the kitchen table when my father just passed out. Bob figured out what was happening, and not knowing what to do, punched him in the chest. The doc said that saved his life, his heart had already stopped, and that restarted it. Bob then threw dad in the truck and started driving to the hospital. On the way, they were passing my mom coming home, and she pulled over. She rode with them to the hospital, without realizing that she left her car sitting by the side of the road, running, lights on, and door hanging open. Their neighbors found the car that way, immediately called the hospital to see if they were there and then called me and picked me up. Not long after that, I moved to my sisters. Then back home again.

A couple weeks after moving back¬†home, my dad’s secretary calls the house and says that dad’s on his way home (in the middle of the day). Dad never, ever misses work. So I knew something was up. I asked Kim why….and she said that dad was working on a hillside and passed out. Ok. I called mom at work and told her, and she said she’d be right home. I was hanging up the phone with mom when dad pulled in the driveway. I said Hi! You’re home early! how funny, I just talked to mom, and she’s on her way home too, she got off early! and he said, So Kim called you, even after i told her not to, huh? And he went and got in the shower. Mom got home, figured out what was going on, and drove him to the hospital. Yes, he had another heart attack.

This time was worse, and he had a pacemaker put in. I stuck around until dad was better, and then a friend that i worked with in Ohio called me. She was now a manager in her own store, and she wanted to come and pick me up, take me to ohio to work for her. I’d live with them and work for her, and I’d be in akron ohio.

Working at yet another gas station. yay. LOL. As I worked there, I had regular customers. Dave came in every morning and got orange juice. He came in every evening with his wife Gloria and played the lottery. After awhile, they came in with their daughter Diana. We hit it off right away. We started dating. They let me move in. I was nearly 20, she was 17. He got me a maintenance job at the Akron Jewish Center, and he was my boss. He took a night job cleaning office buildings in the evenings. He got me a job working under him there as well. I was a supervisor. I got engaged to Diana, though we fought often. Her father found out we were having sex and went ballistic. He practically disappeared for a weekend. We were ok after that, but I moved out anyway. Diana’s grandmother passed soon after, and her parents asked me to go with them to the house to secure it, and stuff. Diana had spent the weekend with her cousin, and every time she did, she came back with a massive attitude, and we fought again in her deceased grandmothers kitchen, in front of her mom while her dad was downstairs. I told Di about her attitude, and about where I thought she got it, and she got pissed off, turned around and grabbed a knife off the kitchen counter and proceeded to threaten me with it. I was fucking irate….i was NOT backing down, and I took a step forward…her mother grabbed me from behind, knowing that if I got to Di, I was going to shove that knife down her throat. No one threated me like that, not after what I put up with in high school. Never again. Her father appeared out of nowhere, and literally “flicked” Di into the living room, where she proceeded to try to cut him….he finally got the knife away, and somewhat calmed her down. I left. Soon after, I went to their house to break up with her. It was not pretty, not one bit.

By now, I was living in a small apartment in akron, near barberton. I decided to quit my jobs, because Diana would often accompany her father to work and help out. He said I didn’t have to, but I didn’t feel right working for my exes father, and running into her at work occasionally. I should not have quit, that was one of the best jobs I’ve ever had. Oh well, hindsight.

So there, i have filled in about my high school and -between years, and I have caught up to where I left off in the Chapter 1…:) Hope you enjoy, and more to come.