The Court Chronicles (A Blog Novella) - Part III, Chapter 24

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Garret, Jay, and Adrianna look at the contents of the package now lying upon the kitchen table. The anticipation of what the contents were fell flat when they opened it-- a keychain from a self- storage place with three keys jangling on the end, an address with no city or zip, and a SIM chip.

“What is all this?” Adrianna asks.

The question hangs in the air. Garret is so completely exhausted his joints hurt. His mind tries to make connections with these items but he knows so little about Veronica that he feels like a dog biting the stream of a water hose; grasping nothing. Jay picks up the keys.

“Where is this storage place? Is it around this area?” asks Jay as he passes them to Adrianna.
“Oh no. I have never heard of it before.”

“Well the little key there is a distinguishable Master Lock key. So if we find that storage unit we can open it,” determines Jay.

Adrianna picks out the largest key. “This looks like a car key. Maybe a duplicate since it doesn’t have the make on it?”

Jay sighs and fights the urge to completely wipe the table clean of the items. He is frustrated. For his entire young life he has been able to be in control of everything. He has never felt so completely helpless and this spiraling feeling is making him see red.

He had never let in a girl as far as he has with Veronica. All his other girlfriends had no clue what he was involved in and he liked it that way. They were safe and he was making money. Now here he is. The woman that he has fallen for the hardest has somehow worked her way into his world and he feels completely vulnerable. Garret starts to sob. A deep, convulsing cry that scares him and everyone else in the room.

“Boss? Are you ok?”

Garret rushes to the bathroom and rinses his face in cold bursts of water. He can’t loose her. –splash- She complements him. –splash- He’ll never find anyone like her again. –splash-
Garret looks at his reflection and stares deeply into his swollen red eyes. He needs to focus. He wants to be able to look in the mirror and not be ashamed of the man glaring back at him. Veronica has changed his life.

A gentle knock on the door breaks Garret of his trance. “Mijo? The taxi is here. Are you ready to go?” The door slowly opens and Adrianna invites herself in. She turns him around and gives him a gentle wordless hug.
“Vasquez is a fool. If I were 20 years older…”

Their laughter brightens up the mood. “We have to go, mijo. The taxi is waiting.”

The night before Jay made travel arrangements for them to go to LA to get to Veronica. They gather their things and head out to the cab.

“So while you were having an emotional break down,” says Jay rolling his eyes. “I called information and found out that this storage place is in San Ysidro.”

“That is on the American side of the boarder.”

“Yup. Which makes me believe that this street address is in the same city.”

“Elementary my dear Watson.”

“Don’t be a dick. Sorry Adrianna.”

“Aye mijo. I had men shooting in my house last night and my daughter is in a coma. The word ‘dick’ is the last of my problems.”

The cab driver abruptly makes a left turn.

“This isn’t the way to the airport,” instructs Adrianna.
“There has been a change of plans,” grunts the man.

Confessions of a Pimperella: Don’t Be That Girl

My friend Tom is undeniably my polar opposite. He is Caucasian, conservative, and plays golf. We get into heated debates about politics and racial differences but we always end them with a hug and a “You know I love you, boo.” We have a friendship that I am sure will stand the test of time. Tom and I share three similarities that bond us tighter than Ann Coulter’s ass hole (conservative jab; had to do it Tom). One, we can crack each other up. He is one of the few people that I could be locked a white room with no windows and doors and we could still have fun. Two, we aren’t afraid to be assholes. Feelings need to be hurt sometimes for the better good. Finally three, we concern ourselves with doing the right thing for our friends and family.

Recently, Tom was involved with a stage five cling-on (a girl he dated who just couldn’t come to terms with there well established “just friends” status), that we will call Sa-crazy. The following are a list of crazy things she did after they stopped dating:

-Asking his gym front desk if he had checked in that day.

-Showing up uninvited at his house then having dinner...with his parents.

- Emailing him excessively to apologize, tell him he wasn’t shit, and then apologize to him again.

-Shamelessly seducing Tom while over and over he would say no. Well, he did give in a few times, but say no to me once and I would never beg for it.

-She became buddy-buddy with Tom’s socially awkward friend Rustin (more on him later). Tom wasn’t talking to her and she would post something on Rustin’s wall nearly everyday. I am sure in an attempt to still be visible to Tom.

All of this on top of the crazy things she did while they were dating, which included:
-Calling me to wish me a Happy Birthday—at 3am on Tom’s phone.

-Humoring the abusive text messages from her ex-boyfriend. They had been broken up for 2 years...

…I am sure I have established the intensity of this girl’s crazy. Agreed? Whenever, Tom would tell me they were hanging out again I would wonder what he was thinking but would appreciate that he was capable of taking care of himself.

Fast Forward to Tom’s birthday. I show up at the house of one of Sa-crazy’s friends. Immediately, all the girls start shooting me daggers with there eyes, but I figured it was becasue I was new, and we started taking shots. Perhaps a few too many because the night ended with me being upset and Tom hugging me and telling me I am not an asshole (long story).

A week later I find out from Tom that Sa-crazy&Company thought he and I were dating and that we were being disrespectful to her by hugging at the end of the night. Sa-crazy knows we dated. She knows he and I are just friends. –sigh-

Dilemma: I knew I’d see her again at a comedy show we were all going to go to.
Resolve: I’ll ignore her. She doesn’t like me. I don’t like her. Why waste our energy on fake-ass small talk?

The night comes and I arrive at Tom’s house. First thing out of his mouth: “Oh my god. Why can’t my friends and family have my back?”

“Why what happened?”

“First, Sa-crazy has been emailing my dad. What the fuck? And I found out through my mom that they talked on the phone the other night.”

“Whaaaa…that is creepy.”

“No shit! And now Rustin just called saying that Sa-crazy doesn’t want to drive up there by herself and that he is going to drive her and her friend up. He said he would still drive if I was cool with that. He knows I wouldn’t be cool with that!”

So we drove separately. At the show I ignored her. When her and her friend got up to get drinks, Tom and I let Rustin know that she was crazy and he let us know that he felt he was in the middle. He wanted to maintain their friendship because they were “fun”. We assured him that we weren’t going to make him pick sides and that we still thought he was awesome. We continued with the show. That night Sa-crazy sent Tom a message via Facebook; the next day, I got one too. The following is the exact message (purple=my thoughts)

Fuck, she messaged me.

Sa-crazy Batshit September 20 at 9:34am Report

So I just wanted to clear a few things up for you...Especially since Tom thought it appropriate to email MY good friend (Who Rustin? He and Tom have been friends for years. Now he is YOUR [all caps] good friend?), I figure I should be able to get my words in...

A- I would really appreciate it if you kept your thoughts about me between you and Tom, or at least not to one of MY good friends. If you had something to say to me then I was only sitting two chairs down and would've been nice had you said it to ME and not my friend. (I was trying to warn him about your crazy, fool. I don’t care if you know I don’t like you!)

B- I hear that you had some words to say about my friends as well. (No. Didn’t say anything about your friends. Just that they talked about me.) So I just wanted to let you know that I think it's cute (cute?) that you think we even spent anytime at all talking about you, but we didn't. All that was said was that it would've been nice had you even made an attempt to thank my friends who invited you into their home and drank their alcohol (They were pushing shots on me!) and put on that shindig that you were invited to for YOUR friends bday. So no, not one of my friends disliked you but did mention that did not even say more than a hello to the hosts...but flatter yourself as you may saying that people hated you at that party! I do believe when I showed up to your house for your bday, I did not show up empty handed ($5 bottle of wine…ooooh I am sorry!) and made sure to say a few thank you's, but I guess we do things differently. (You were also text messaging your ex-boyfriend in front of Tom at my birthday “shindig”. You’re right we do “do things differently”.)

You and Tom both wanna sit there and say how you guys are drama free and yet as soon as I walk away for 5 min, you blast one of my friends with all your drama?! Tom can run around telling people he changed his number cause "I'm so crazy" when I didn't even know he changed it cause I've only tried calling him once! (He said you begged him to get back with you for “just a few more months”. You’re pathetic.) Very drama free?? We were just there to have fun and not cause any trouble, so it angered me a little to find out that you needed to talk to my friend about me. When neither of your names were in our mouths up until that point. I wouldn't expect anything less than for you to have Tom's side (That’s right! WEST SIDE! Loc up! I'm from Chula Vista, homes!) and say what you will to him about me (I have. Always thought he could do better then you. He had--with me), I could care less, I just don't like when people become shady. You apparently said how "rustin-you are such a nice guy, how could you take HER side" Well maybe cause it IS the right side...Either way, Tom is leaving to vegas, hopefully sooner than later, and you and I will probably never see each other again. Just thought I should be able to defend myself (why do you care what I think?) at least with a few points since you guys wanted to do all the shit talking while I was not around...Good talk! Thanks! (You’re welcome. Hope you feel better. Cut yourself a little too, crazy.)

She sent this to me at 9:30am. This means after her morning piss and serving of Wheaties, she thought it important to message me. Get a life.

I got this while out with Ike. His response; “Bitch is fuckin’ crazy. Who is this broad?”

So after reading this I didn’t respond back. I know it would have made for more juicy blog material (sorry followers), but I couldn’t give her what she wanted--a reply. I blocked her instead. Which means when she tries to follow it up with more hate mail, she’ll be denied. I think that is even sweeter. I also had to delete Rustin from my friends and block him as well. He had shared details of our conversation with her and I could never trust him again. I’ll miss him though.

When it comes down to it, I haven’t had this sort of drama in my life since high school and it was a splash of cold reality; girls like this still exist. Ladies! Do not be this girl! If a boy breaks up with you, let him go. If you hear people have talked shit about you, let those haters hate. When the negative people around you see you sweat they have won. The truly embrace the pimperella mantra, you have to be as cool as a cucumber, baby boo.