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Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Another sleepless night. The perfect prelude to another long day. Last night I was plagued by harassing phone calls. One of my brother's "flavors of the Month" decided she'd call continuously until he would speak to her. After the 3rd or forth call, he left the house to stay with a friend. How convenient. We informed the young lady that he'd left but she didn't believe it so she decided to call and hang up. over and over. over and over. My mother decided that she would call the phone company and try to get the number blocked. I decided that maybe IPD should be notified and maybe she could be forced to stop. We both called our respective parties in search of some sort of a sane civilized solution... We were both DENIED. The phone company said that they don't block incoming calls anymore and that the best bet was to call the Police. Ultimately though, SBC advised that the best course of action is the change the phone number. The police said that they could file a harassment report. me: So what is a harassment report going to do? IPD: With the report on file restraining orders can be made to prevent further harassment. me: O.K. How long does that take? I mean You won't do that now. So what the calls have to keep going for what three days? A week? IPD: There has to be an established pattern of harassment before a restraining can be ordered. Yes. My mother was expecting a call from a sick friend so the phone would stay on. I went to my fortress of solitude. Needed some peace. Too hot. The room, with it's poor insulation, had been pounded by the sun for most of the day and humidity of this July night was unrelenting. The heat was maddening, but the box fan moved the air around.... A little. I lay down on my bed and prayed for patience, understanding, and peace of mind. Epiphany : I have always tried playing by the rules and it has gotten me no where. Every aspect of my existence I have been guided by this strong sense of right and wrong and fair play. It seems like all this has done is set me up to be helpless. From back in 3rd grade when Carlos Dean was picking on me and I told the teacher, like I was supposed to, which only got beat up after school for tattling. Until tonight, the equation has been Do good and/or be good=helpless. I HAD to do SOMETHING *note: If you believe in a higher power of good that guides us to do right, then you must also believe in a a power of evil which guides you to do bad things. Funny thing about prayers: They are answered in the order in which they were received and the answering party may not be the party the prayer was intended for. As I lay in my personal sweatlodge, dark thoughts streamed into my mind. It went from just finding the house and cutting the phone line to more destructive thoughts. Everything I could think of would indoctrinate me into Marion County's lovely penal system. Not an option at this point. I guess there goes the understanding I prayed for. I opted to got to sleep. Bad move. Nightmares. Sick and twisted heat induced Nightmares. I had 3 that I could remember each one sort of evolved around a central theme: Me trying to keep something that something was trying to take from me. I hate these dreams I have had them since I was a child. They all take place in the house I grew up in. Sometimes the house is clean and new like when we moved in at other times it is in squalor. I always try to keep the bad people out. The odds are always insurmountable. and I always fail. Last night was interesting because it incorporated the 2 things that scared me most: The sound of a slaughtered pig and frogs. Not the standard bullfrog, but mutant frogs about the size of an average 3 year old. Each one oozing puss and making that unbearable squealing sound. I had to protect my last bag of Cheese Munchies from them with a crank operated single shot rifle. The munchies were against the wall in a glass box on a low table between the 2 giant mirrors that hung in my living room. I barricaded myself in the living room. Then they started trying to come through the windows. I fended them off remarkably well. Then they started on the rooms beyond the living room. I could hear them in the master bedroom. The door that separates the bedroom area from the living room started to open. I tried to hold it closed. There were too many and they were too strong. I stepped back and they came in. I got attacked by several of them. When they were done I floated over my self. Looking down at my corpse I noticed they hadn't even touched the Munchies. I woke up soaked in sweat. |