I’m in the new place and just about everything is set. I finally broke down and bought a TV which has kept me entertained while Lappy is off at the Computer Rehab Center. I just called for the status of Lappy and apparently he made a full recovery and is being released today or tomorrow – when ever the UPS guy shows up to bring him home. Foreign-Tech-Support-Lady said I may have him back Friday.
I was really hoping to put in some hours this week at work but so far it hasn’t happened: On Monday I came in and spazzed out after an hour or two and left. Then yesterday I brought in some Panda and that made me sick so I left early again. Last night I started showing symptoms of a cold so I’ve been fighting that off this morning with OJ and vitamins. Maybe I should drink more alcohol to disinfect my system.
On a bad note: A couple of weeks ago we were at a bar and this dude was acting a bit strange towards a friend of ours. I’ll call this friend Southern Bell; she is a short petite woman who has a history of attracting strange men. This dude I’ll call Douche Bag. Douche Bag (DB) was dressed rather fratastic. He had on a red collared shirt with a yellow visor. He wouldn’t have stood out very much if it wasn’t for the fact that he was oddly alone in this bar and he looks to be about 40. DB started moving closer to SB and trying to get her attention. I had set my drink down and was keeping an eye on him; apparently Army was watching him too and asked another Army buddy to strategically place himself between DB and SB. The second Army guy, who I shall call Ranger, is a fucking wall… this dude is big and didn’t have to worry about being subtle with this guy… it was an obvious block because of SB obvious discomfort from DB. DB then made faces behind Ranger and probably thought about fighting… As screwed up as DB is in the head at least he was able to calculate his odds of survival and found them to be at about nill, so he moved on and we just kept an eye on him the rest of the night.
We didn’t think about him much after that other than to laugh at him once or twice. Last Friday we went out again and bounced around a couple of bars… it was a good evening until someone dragged us to the Saloon. That was the saddest I’ve ever seen it in the Saloon… everyone was piss-drunk, horrible, horrible Karaoke was playing and the hook-ups just seemed more pitiful than ever… The only reason I stuck around was to give some friends a ride home (I had quit drinking early). In the end after the place has closed we all walk outside. SB is helping one of her friends who was way too drunk and the rest of us were tolerating. Drunk friend stops walk and SB is trying to coax him to keep moving. I turn to keep an eye on any nearby crowds and I notice a guy stopped walking behind us when we stopped. I look him over once, thought about it then turned and looked at him again. I called Army over to get his opinion about the dude and what do you know… it’s Douche Bag. DB was still wearing his red shirt but he changed visors to a blue one. Army says, rather loudly, “That’s him. That’s stalking. That’s STALKING!” DB turned around, shook his head and walked away.
The next morning I was a little curious and got on a computer and began looking up Megan’s Law. I scanned all the pictures for this county and I found two dudes who are a close match. I printed those off and showed them to Army and Navy, they both agreed on the same one. When Fat Kid got back into town I showed the pictures to her and she pointed out the same dude; even Pinkie thinks it’s him. Fat Kid kept the printout and went to talk with some of her cop buddies about it to see what can be done. This may get interesting…
