Thinking You’re Smarter Than They Are Part 2

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So they told him that they were going to follow him home and talk to this “roommate” for themselves before they decided whether or not they were going to take him to jail for disturbing the peace.  Thinking that he was drunk, they had administered a breathalyzer test already but it came back negative.  Knowing that something wasn’t right, they were determined to find out what was going on!

By this time, I am sleeping soundly having made the proper conclusion that something had gone wrong and not feeling like dealing with it until later in the day.  I heard my door open and another roommate was at my bed whispering in my ear that the cops were there, inside the door, and wanting to talk to me.  Trying to shake the deep sleep out of my head, my heart leapt into my throat!  “They are already inside?!”

Oh my God!  All my well laid plans were shot to hell, now what was I gonna do?!  Telling myself not to panic, I told them to inform the officers that I was getting dressed and would be out momentarily.  I also said to try to get them out from in front of the door which was a straight shot down the hallway from my bedroom and they would see me as soon as I came through the door.

Grabbing the few things that were on my bedside table and throwing them into the tote, my mind was racing!  I couldn’t hit the balcony from my window, it was too far!  I had fallen asleep with my clothes on so that bought me a few minutes.  I cracked open the door and peeked out to see the police were facing away from the door as they stood half-way in between the living room and hallway.

As quietly as I possibly could, I opened the door the rest of the way and pulled the tote out behind me; silently cracked open the door of the next room and tossed it in to another person waiting in there to take it from me.

Whew!  Okay, that solved, I walked down the hall to talk to the two officers who were now looking at me and asking me to step outside and speak with them.

After giving me a rough overview of why they were there, they asked me to explain to them what had proceeded my roommate’s idiotic behavior at the apartment complex.

“I’m gonna kick your a–!” I thought to myself when I heard them telling me what he had done.  Thank God I was always fairly quick on my feet, cool under pressure and had an ample imagination (not to mention that they had no probable cause to search my apartment).  I dove in headfirst and picked up on the crumbs of the story he had started to feed them.

“I received a call from my step-niece saying that she was stuck at a party she had gone to with another friend who had left her there and wanted to know if someone could come pick her up.  My roommate volunteered to do it since I was tired and was already going to be when she called.  After he left, my niece’s friend returned to the party and picked her up but she didn’t bother to call anyone and tell them that.  So, apparently, after I went to bed, she showed up here on her own to say that she was okay while my roommate was over there aggravated on not being able to find her and yelling in the hallways of the complex.  That’s really all I know since I’ve been asleep and you just now woke me up with all this stuff.”

At that point, they asked my niece to speak with them outside as I went back into the apartment.  While they were gone from the room, I looked at my roommate and asked, “What the hell happened and are you out of your ever-loving mind yelling at 3 a.m. in the hallways of an apartment complex?!!  I hope you filled her in on the story you fed them while I was out there so we are all giving them the same thing!”

 I quickly walked to the other bedroom, cracked open the door and rolled my hand over in a questioning gesture to the person waiting in there.  They gave me a thumbs up to say that, yes the tote bag is gone!

A few moments later, the police came back in the apartment.  My niece had tears on her cheeks and I thought, “Dear God, what did you tell them?!!”  But I was much calmer now that I knew the “evidence” was gone.

“Is everything okay now officers?” I asked in my sweetest concerned mother type of voice.

“Well, it is with you ma’am,” they responded, “but we think there was more going on with this story than what you or us are being told.  However, we have no evidence to pursue this further, so we are going to leave it with a warning to them that, if we have to come back, someone will be going to jail tonight!  Sorry to disturb your sleep.”  And with that being said, they left.

Needless to say, nobody went to sleep for quite a while after that as I proceeded to ream each one for their contribution to this near miss we had just survived!

I don’t know why God protected me through days like this, but I do know that it was all Him and had nothing to do with me being smarter than anyone else!!

Teresa Marie 6/3/12 ©

“I May Be Going Insane, But…” – Part 2

The neighbor next door to them had their porch light on.  Their little red Nova sat directly in front of their house and the porch light lit up the whole side of their car very brightly.  As Tess slowly realized it, movement caught her eye!  There was someone standing on the deck stairs of their trailer and she could see their shadow in the light reflection of the car!!

Now her head was pounding as hard as her heart was.  Okay, a couple of people would be thieves but this many of them could only mean one thing, cops!!   

Tess stood there transfixed on the scene unfolding before her eyes, frozen in thought and unable to act.  As she watched the shadows reflected on the car, she could see there were more than one, looked like three all together, lined up with their backs against the neighbor’s trailer.  When one moved slightly, she could make out the shape of what looked to be a pump-action shotgun!

“Oh bloody hell!” she said to herself.  Jolted into reality, Tess backed away from the window.  “I should wake Joe up!” instantaneously ran through her mind, followed by, “But what if it’s just the ‘shadow people’?”  she was answering herself now in a full-blown internal argument.

“He’s gonna be mad if you get him up for nothing!!  He has to go to work in the morning and he’s tired!!  You better watch some more to be sure of what you are seeing!”

“If that’s the cops and I don’t get him up right now, he’s gonna kill me even more so ’cause we will both be going to jail!  God, dear God, tell me what to do!  Is this really happening?”

Tess crept back to the window and gazed out again just in time to see two figures crouched behind the neighbor’s car, gently bouncing it and pulling it backwards.  “They realized that their shadows were reflecting on it!” her mind screamed in horror at her!  “You better go check out front again and see what’s happening out there.”

As Tess was moving back through the rooms to the kitchen window, she bumped into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, knocking it over with a loud bang.  “Shit!” she said out loud.

The walls of the trailer were paper-thin and Tess felt sure that anyone out there would have heard the sound.  Moving quickly to the window and barely lifting the blind out, she looked and saw several figures scrambling backwards into the shadows across the street in that yard.  “They heard it!!”  Practically running back to the living room window, she looked out there to see that the car had been moved far enough back so as to no longer show a clear reflection and the two figures flew out from behind it and back to the safety of the neighbor’s deck stairs.

“OMG, OMG!” Tess kept repeating over and over.  She didn’t want to go to jail!!  “Okay, calm down and get everything ready to flush down the toilet before you wake Joe up in case you run out of time!”

A mad dash scramble through the house ensued!  The drugs and paraphernalia were all gathered together in the little plastic tub she had grabbed out of the sink.  Running to the bathroom, she set it on the toilet seat and then went into the bedroom.  By now she was shaking so bad that her teeth were chattering.

Kneeling down next to the bed with her mouth up to Joe’s ear, she gently began shaking him and whispering his name, “Joe, Joe, wake up!!  It’s an emergency, Joe, wake up!”  Then she shook him harder.  Finally Joe opened his eyes and looked at her like he was about to kill her!

“What!!!” he snapped.

“Okay, don’t be mad at me please!!  I may be going insane and it may just be shadow people, but I’ve been watching them for almost an hour and I think we are about to be raided!”

Joe sat straight up in bed and looked at her.  “You’ve been up too long and are just seeing things, tell me what happened.”

“I think you’d better go look for yourself first because, if this is for real, we have no time to waste!”

Joe jumped up and pulled on his shorts, slipped his feet into a pair of moccasins and grabbed the Mag Light next to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Tess almost screamed!

“I’m going outside to look!”

“Are you crazy!!  What if the S.W.A.T. Team is really out there?”  Tess was terrified.

“We are busted either way, if I go out or if they come in, so I’m not second guessing what’s going on out there, I’m gonna find out for sure!!!”

With that he snapped on the flashlight and went out the door.  Tess thought she was going to throw up or have a heart attack or maybe even both!  She could hear Joe outside the trailer and looked out in time to see him cross the street to the neighbor’s yard and then come back.  

“Oh, double shit!” she said to herself, “It was the shadow people!!  He’s gonna kill me for waking him up!”

As Joe came back into the trailer, he looked at Tess with a half-disgusted stare and said, “Get some sleep, Tess!  And I’m not kidding either!”  Then he went back to bed.

Tess sat there for several more hours trying to calm her nerves.  “Wow!  That was such a detailed hallucination!  I’m never staying up for three days straight again!  Thank you God!!  Thank you Guardian Angels!!  I know you’ve got my back and I’ll try to stop all this crap, I promise!” and with that, she blissfully passed out!   The End…

Teresa Marie 5/25/12 ©

“I May Be Going Insane, But…” – Part 1

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Tess and Joe lived together in a Mobile Home Park that was known for its drug activity; from users to dealers to gang members.  They each had their own addictions; Tess was a “meth head” and Joe was a “freebaser”.  This is how the two had met in the first place, at their dealer’s house, soon after which Joe asked her out.  

Tess turned him down the first few times that he  had asked, but finally gave in after they had become such good friends.  It was love from then on.  She moved out of where she lived three days later, moved in with Joe and never looked back.

Tess had some pretty high up connections through her ex-roommate, who was one of her dealers.  The supply was abundant and rarely did they have to wait for it.  On one occasion, Tess did something that she hardly ever did, she stayed up doing her meth for three days straight.  (She knew a lot of people that would go for five, six and even seven days but she had a rule to always sleep on the third night.)

Joe had been asleep for a couple of hours and Tess was designing some posters to make for their bedroom when she thought she heard something outside.  (She normally was not the perpetual peeper in the house, Joe was.  It made her paranoid to keep peeking out the blinds.)  Beings that there had been some thefts in the neighborhood lately, she decided to look and see if anyone was outside their trailer.

As Tess moved from one window to another, the paranoia began to rise from the pit of her stomach.  The kitchen window, which faced the street, was the last one that she checked.  Just as she was about to walk away from it, she saw something move in the yard across the street.  After waiting for a minute to calm herself down, she looked out once more.  Staring at the spot for several seconds, there it was again!!  Someone was hiding behind the big oak tree in their yard!

Tess dropped the blind back into place and then walked through the dining area into the living room (which in their trailer were all connected with no walls to separate them) and shut off the lamp that she had been using, thereby plunging the room into darkness except for the nightlight in the hallway leading back to the bedroom.

Very quietly, doing her best not to run into anything, she made her way back to the blinds.  This time, Tess peeked out from the other side so as to have a better angle on the neighbor’s trailer and yard.  Sure enough, she could see the outline of someone hiding behind the tree.  As Tess watched them, she saw them signaling to someone else further back in the shadows of the yard.  All of the sudden, she could make out two more forms moving towards the first one in a crouched, duck walk, type of manner.

Dropping the corner of the blind back down again, panic started to take hold of her.  Her heart was racing almost as fast as her mind was.  She had been up doing meth for three days without a lick of sleep and thoughts were bouncing through her head so fast that she could barely consider one before she had another.

The impulse to keep watching was overwhelming.  Tip-toeing she moved to the window in the living room and looked out that one for several minutes before she realized what she was looking at.

The neighbor next door to them had their porch light on.  Their little red Nova sat directly in front of their house and the porch light lit up the whole side of their car very brightly.  As Tess slowly realized it, movement caught her eye!  There was someone standing on the deck stairs of their trailer and she could see their shadow in the light reflection of the car!!

Now her head was pounding as hard as her heart was.  Okay, a couple of people would be thieves but this many of them could only mean one thing, cops!!   to be continued

Teresa Marie 5/24/12 ©

No Joke, Another Toke

I was thinking today about how happy I am that I don’t do this anymore!  Then I started pondering addictions as a whole.  

There are all sorts of  addicts; drugs, cigarettes, sex, alcohol, porn, adrenaline,  gambling, etc.  I believe that you can probably be addicted to anything  to some degree.  I figured if you become OCD about it, then you are addicted to it.  So I decided to get the proper definition of it:

ad·dic·tion   [uh-dik-shuhn]

noun:   the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, as narcotics, to such an extent that its cessation causes severe trauma.

Fragmented Pieces

Where Did I Go? – Part One

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“Where did I go?”,  Susan thought to herself as she got dressed for work.  That woman of mystery and allure that she had once envisioned herself as was far from what her life was now.

Here she was living a lie and getting ready to play out an even bigger one.  Susan had been abused by her husband for 15 years.  They had three children out of their marriage with the youngest one being only 5 years old.

She had made up her mind the night before that she had to escape.  There was no way that she could take any more of this sham, the pretense was slowly killing her but worse, she feared that Jason was on the verge of doing it himself.

He was sure that she was cheating on him, which was the furthest thing from the truth.  She would have been too scared to ever do something like that even if she wanted to, which she didn’t.  “Why in the world would I want another man after having to live through hell with you for these last 15 years?” she often thought when the accusations would start flying.

The vile, filthy things he would say amid these tirades disgusted her to the point of never wanting to have sex again for the rest of her life.  Maybe that was his intentions all along, but Susan doubted it.  She could find no rhyme or reason to his fits of rage.  They never made any sense to her.  “You make me sick!  I hate you so bad that I’d like to kill you myself!!” was usually how it always ended, his last parting shot to her psyche before it was followed by a blow to the face or his hands around her throat squeezing the breath out of her.

Yes, Susan was ready to save herself today.  “I’m sorry kids,” she thought as she took a last look in the bathroom mirror, “but you’re gonna have to stay here for a couple of days without me.”  Susan wasn’t too worried about that part, Jason never hit them.  They were just his little pawns that he used against her, too valuable to alienate them.

As she came out of the bathroom, Jason was standing there glaring at her.  “It’s the third Saturday in a row that you’ve had mandatory overtime!  This is ridiculous!  You sure you’re not going to meet somebody instead?”

“Don’t be like that!”, she replied.  “You know I have no choice, it’s mandatory.  What do you want me to do, lose my job?  Then where would we be?  You’ve been out of work since Karen was nine months old, somebody has to support this family.”

That was another thing Susan was starting to resent him for.  She had been working sixty to seventy hours a week for three weeks straight and was worn out.  Then she came home and had to clean up the house, fix dinner, get the kids rounded up and ready for bed, all before she could ever seem to sit down and rest.  Jason’s famous phrase was, “Look, mommy’s home and daddy is off duty now!”

No wonder she got hooked on meth.  She had to do it just to keep herself going.  It wasn’t all that hard to get and half the people that she worked with were doing it too.  So that was a way to add a little more income to the household as well, Susan became their supplier.

She used the money from the meth sales to cover Jason’s Morphine and Oxycodone addictions, in addition to the meth.  She didn’t pay anything for hers, which was no longer a high but rather a necessary evil.

As Susan walked out the door, her legs were shaking.  This was it, she would never come back to this house again, never see any of her possessions again either.  She knew that Jason would hold her worldly goods as hostage in attempts to lure her back but it wasn’t going to work this time.  He could have, have it all but the kids!

In reality, Susan was supposed to be working today but on Thursday they had announced that Saturday overtime had been cancelled.  That’s when the plan started to take shape in her mind, all it lacked was the backbone to do it.

Jason opened the door up and took one parting shot at her as she got in the car.  “I’ll be calling you at work in about half an hour just to be sure you’re really there!”

“That’s fine, I’ll be there,” Susan replied as calmly as she could and closed the car door…