My day has flown by but I accomplished much. Some were just little things, like acing a test in History of Rock and Roll class or developing film I shot. I had a five minute conversation with Tesla. That girl is just my ball of sunshine. There were bigger things, of course. When isn’t there bigger things going on in my life?
Between my classes I went to the library to do some studying for my R&R quiz. While trying to keep twenty songs in my head I was interrupted by a cell phone call. It wasn’t a number I recognized. That’s because the West Manchester police don’t usually call my digits.
So I am told to take down the audio of John having a meltdown in the front yard over a purple jacket (still missing) and how I make a big deal about him chewing with his mouth open. Yes, I did tell him when he chewed with his mouth open four-plus years ago, but what does that have to do with anything we were discussing?
Meanwhile, Tesla has to either listen to me be berated or be pulled into the conversation by her dad. He drills her, forcing her to answer his questions. She is upset, scared and confused. She, like me, didn’t get what the big deal was. She had another jacket on and eight more upstairs to choose from. It had to be the jacket she wore from her dad’s household. I don’t know why. It’s a control thing.
What do I get when I arrive home today? My neighbor up my ass about walking my dog around the yard. Correct answer! Good job, you must follow my life on Facebook. Even though I pick up Ying poo, she feels the need to be nasty to me. I don’t even look at her and she verbally attacks me. Get a life!
Minding my own poo,
~P.
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