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Everyone said he was crazy. He never acted crazy around me until this one day I will never forget.
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January 25, 2013
Everyone said he was crazy. He never acted crazy around me until this one day I will never forget. He picked me up at my house like any other time. We were going someplace special according to him. The ride was long and I started to fall asleep in the seat next to him. He inched his hand over to my side of the car and lightly put it on my leg. Usually the touch of someone would make me jump and move away; but his hand soothed me and helped me relax. So I moved mine to sit on top of his. I looked at him; he was smiling more than I had ever seen. His face was perfect except for a scar on his right cheek. It stretched from the side of his eye to almost his ear. Finally we stopped. We were at an abandoned ware house on the south side of town. It looked creepy with all the windows boarded up and the doors locked. He opened the car door and came to let me out. I looked around. There was nobody in sight, just a broken road and dirt. I clutched his arm as we walked closer to the building.
“Where are we?” I asked. He turned to me and smiled, not saying a word. All of a sudden I was scared. We got to one of the big doors on the side of the wall. He pulled out a key from his pocket and opened it. The door creaked as it swung open. I walked inside with him right behind me. The door slammed shut. I turned startled, but in my rush I ran right into him. I looked into his pail blue eyes.
“James, I want to go home, I’m scared.” I said trembling in his arms.
“Don’t worry.” He replied, “You will be perfectly safe, just stay close to Me.” we continued on as we walked further into the rusting building. Surprisingly it was very clean compared to how it looked outside. This was very odd, James had never acted this way before. He was always so talkative and sweet; now he was cold and silent.
He really scared me. Every night I keep being reminded of what he did. I don’t understand why he would do what he did. Here’s what happened: I was walking down the hallway and he came from behind me and bumped me into the wall. I yelled at him playfully and gave him a little nudge on the shoulder. He gave me this sly look and slipped me a note. It read, meet me in the choir room after school. He could’ve just told me that but after the bell rang I ran from the English room and jumped the stairs to the basement and entered. He was there slouching in one of the chairs. “Hey man.” I say, as I give him a fist bump and sit next to him. He gave me that sly look again and lifted up his shirt. There I saw was a handgun stuffed in his pants. “Dude!? Where’d you get that from!?” I exclaimed. “My dad.” “What are you going to do with it?” I asked curious. “You’ll see.” And with that he walked away. I got in my car and drove home. The next morning I was being shaken frantically by my mother. “Alex! Alex wake up this is urgent!” I slowly get out of bed and follow her to the kitchen. She turns on the news and there on the screen was Tony’s face and the gun he showed me yesterday. We have disturbing news. Tony Walsh, a 17 year old boy walked into a grocery store and killed everyone in there. The police got there in time to arrest him. I turned off the t.v. I was in total shock. I felt nauseous and queasy. “Honey I’m very sorry you had to hear this.” “Mom… He showed me that gun yesterday after school. I could have stopped him. I could have saved lives. But instead I didn’t think much of it.” “Alex you couldn’t have known what he was going to do with the gun, but you should have told someone.” “I couldn’t rat on my bestfriend!” “You could, you just chose not to.” “Thanks for cheering me up mom.” I say sarcastically. I walk up to my room and slam the door shut. “You still have to go to school today!” My mother yelled. I get dressed as slow as possible. “Alex you’re going to be late.” She rushes me out of the door and I drive to school. Every one steered out of my direction and whispered behind my back. “Isn’t that Alex? Weren’t he a Tony bffs? Guess he’s not good at picking out good friends.” When I heard that I turned around and charged at the group of people that said that. “You didn’t know Tony like I did! He was funny, and caring. Just something must have been bothering him. So since you don’t know anything back off!” I walked away frustrated to my first class. Oh Tony. Why didn’t you say something.
Everyone said he was crazy. He never acted crazy around me until this one day I will never forget. It was about two years ago when I visited France, I was sitting in a coffee shop where this man just came over and sat behind me. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. It was getting time for me to leave; I got my things together and took off. Since I had to do some major paper work for the company that I work for, I thought that the place I went the day before would be okay to go to again. I sat down, sipped my coffee, and started to really dive into things when I realized that the same man had just sat right in front of me. He said to me “what’s such a beautiful lady doing here, and not in the finest of places this great place has to offer”. I was touched and said “why thank you, I didn’t know you guys were so nice! Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that I just…” I started to blush; I could tell that I was immediately really attracted to this guy. Just a few moments later he said “I’d like to take you out to dinner, have some wine, and go to my place afterword”. I was full of excitement and wonderful thoughts. Now jumping ahead, we went on that date, and many others, I thought he was the man of my dreams. It was our one year anniversary, and he’d just gotten home, he came in with red roses, a bottle of wine, and a small little present. He set everything down on the table and began to kneel down on one knee, with a few simple words of “would you marry me”. I swear I fainted on the couch, once I woke up I of course said ‘YES”! The years went on and all was going well, until I had found a recite for a storage locker, I didn’t think much of it at the time till he started to go almost every nigh till 2 am. I couldn’t take it anymore, I wanted to know who he was seeing, I put a tracking device on his car; I followed for one whole week. I finally had the guts to go there myself, when I got there it was dark, and it stunk like none other. I picked the lock with my hair pin (like the movies) and opened the door up. There was a breeze of stench and rotten crap. I threw up a little on the concrete, and then went in. There was no power except for one small little light right in the middle of the room. I couldn’t see anything till I got there but it was colder than no other. I reached for the cord, pulled, and screamed. There were bodies lying on the floor and blood everywhere. I had no idea what was going on, I though of course this couldn’t have been the man I married. Then I hear the door close behind me, he was there I could tell. I turned around, and he was standing right in front of me. “What are you doing here, this place is off limits”. And then he simply charged at me with a butcher knife. I ran around and finally he tripped, I made my way to the only open window that I could see. The broken glass was sticking into me. I just barely made it out before he caught my leg. I ran, and ran, and ran. I made it, I was safe, and I never came back.
Everyone said he was crazy. He never acted crazy around me until one day I will never forget.
First of all if you know me you know I don't think crazy is a bad thing. "Crazy is all that keeps me from going insane," a line from an old song...
So about the day my friend Ziggy lost it. All of it. We took a ride to Mount Marquette. Easy hike, great view. " I wonder, " Ziggy said, in a dreamy tone, " what it would feel like to fly?"
" Don't ask me. I am afraid to even look down." I replied. Lake Superior loomed below. Ice blue and freezing. No, Zig, a thought formed, you are not thinking of...
Before I could give voice to this awful thought he jumped! Arms out in a graceful gesture of flight my dear, crazy friend floated toward the treacherous waves of the big lake. I scrambled down the steep path hoping against hope that he could survive the jump into the cold, wild waves. How crazy was this guy? This is the lake in the song that does not give up its dead.
Well, I made it to shore and yes he survived. Blue and shivering, but in one piece. I gave him my dry coat and my Stormy Kromer (wool hat). We started up the car and headed back home.
I now believe what everyone said about him being crazy. I'll never forget my day of hiking with old Zig!
The Mole’s Made Me Fall In Love
Everyone said he was crazy. He never acted crazy around me until this one day I will never forget. A guy name Richard told me he was unconditionally unrelievedly in love with me. Why the heck will someone be love me? Is it because I’m Elizabeth Taylor? Yes i may be married but who cares. I don’t care. When there is someone who comes up to you and tells you he loves you and shows it to you more than your husband, it takes what ever it takes to put that love to the test.
We were on the set of the movie, Cleopatra. Something that the press doesn’t know is that he gave me a coca cola drink. Which was a bit odd but i didn’t mind i was thirsty. So i drank the can and when it was empty there was something inside. Something heavy. So i tore apart the can with scissors and saw a diamond necklace. I love jewelery and this one was the most beautiful necklace i have ever seen. I also noticed there was a tag on the necklace that said, “This is for yoü. Hope you love it! Just like i love you. Meet me at Hilary’s after today’s shooting. Got another surprise.” Hilary’s is an infamous bar for the upper class. So i went and Richard was there. I remember he looked so handsome that night. So so handsome. So i sat next to him and within an instant he kissed me in front of his wife, who seemed to be working there. And at that time they were still together so you can imagine how crazy and brave he was for doing that. His wife saw us kissing and made the typical gasp face. Then Richard got up and took off mine and his shirt, leaned to my right side and shockingly our moles that we both had on our hips, made a heart. I then knew that we were perfect for each other. And that’s when i realized that he was crazily in love with me. And so was i.
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I guess the circumstances just hadn’t been right for me to see it. Until now. Surveying the wreckage he had created in just a few moments, the stories my friends had told me about Joey had new meaning.
Joey and I had met at Starbucks, just a random thing. The Fender T-shirt caught my eye, and we got talking about music and our favorite bands. Turned out he fronted his own band with guitar and vocals. He told stories in such a funny way, mimicking different voices. If anyone enjoyed life, I guessed it was Joey.
I was there a week later with a couple of girlfriends, and in walked Joey. We said hi and talked for a few minutes. Sarah was giving me strange looks, so when Joey left I wanted to know why.
“You do know who that is, don’t you?”
“Yeah, it’s Joey. Seems like a nice guy.”
“Well, you just watch yourself. There’s more than one Joey.”
What was that supposed to mean? Sure, Sarah was into the local music scene, but that didn’t make her an authority. I frowned at her then glanced at Maggie, who was nodding her head.
“Tell me more.”
So they did. These two had heard stories about Joey’s antics on stage with his band. Not anything they had seen themselves, but their sources swore it had happened. My gut felt weird and my skin felt prickly as they talked. Still, it just didn’t jibe with the guy I’d been talking to.
I saw Joey at Starbucks a few more times after that, almost a regular thing. He was always in a good mood and kept me laughing with his stories. The last time we met up there, he invited me to come see his band. Said it was a gig in a larger club than they usually played. If I went, I could watch them play from off-stage. Sounded like fun.
The night of the gig, I got to the club early and went in through a side door as Joey had said to. When I found him backstage, I hardly recognized him. He didn’t look like the typical Starbucks customer with all that makeup. That moody attitude was different, too. Maybe it was just nerves.
No, it was more than that. When they were into the third song of their set, something went wrong. I never figured out what it was, but Joey just went over the edge. Without warning he swept off his guitar, smashed it on the stage, then went after all the other equipment. Amps kicked over, cymbals flying, enough mayhem to make Pete Townshend proud.
And then it was over, just as quickly. There was a stunned silence in the club for a few seconds, then a chorus of boos started rising from the crowd. Joey extended his arms in a mock salute and stalked off stage in my direction. I was frozen in place. As he went past he smiled at me, but his eyes looked unholy. That must be the other Joey.
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