HeatherRae said:
I'm back. I was making dinner and watching some TV with the family. They are in bed now. HT, I knew something bad was going on with you. I'm sorry that it was lots worse than I thought. I know that must be awful, and I really wish you had never had to experience something so horrible. I can never imagine what you must have gone through and continue to go through. I sort of pushed the envelope in the area that I knew you were sensitive because I wanted to know the truth of why you were so angrily following me around here. To you, I represent a perverted justice system that betrayed you. It is such an imperfect system. Perhaps I represent women, in general, who have been unkind to you. You deserved none of what has happened and you have a big weight on your shoulders. Should you want to talk sometime, I'm not a terrible listener.
look, i don't mind you firing back at me like that. what kind of bad guy would i be if i couldn't take it? that's never been something i questioned of myself, the question is, can you? you didn't do or say anything wrong. i'm not any more pissed at you than before. that's fair game. i said something about your Mom and you took it, like a big girl should. i'm so cool with it. i just get tired of being reminded (no fault of yours) of how my life used to be so much better. i doubt i've gone thru a pain free day since that night. i've fought addiction a couple of times, vicodins and later on, oxycontins. i was snorting those every day and topping it off with lots of booze. i got a lot of free passes from my cop buddies, they let me get away with a lot of shit for some time. not to mention i almost killed a couple of people over next to nothing. i did like a Travis Bickle-like transformation. i shaved my head, got numerous tattoos, cuz i didn't care anymore, i had things on my body i didn't want (scars) and what would it matter if i covered myself in ink?
i got real bad with the guns. i never owned a gun before i went thru this, now i had over a dozen. everywhere thru my house i hid them and i answered my front door many times with a revolver in my hand after that. `nother thing that fucked me up was not being able to do the work i was used to. i had a spinal injury, so i wasn't allowed to lift more than 10 lbs. what a fucking shock this was. i mean, 10 lbs??? i was put on assistance for some time, but what that meant was that i got 123 dollars every 2 weeks and $80 in food stamps a month. i guess i had to start cutting early that year. i got a job as a janitor and it was in a cancer treatment center. uhhhh, i can't explain what a downer it was working there. seeing these little kids with needles in their arms, sitting in these little chairs. every night i would walk between the chairs and drip bags and pick up candy wrappers, and i'd think, i wonder if he/she will live.
i've just been over-exposed to death. maybe i obsess over it. i remember when my dad died and the coroner was removing his body, they moved him out like he was a fucking couch. lifting and twisting and turning, real akward. it just made me think of it as business, like hey, here's whats coming your way.
i lost a pretty great girl over this, too. she was a year older than me and had never had anyone in her family die while she was alive. i've never heard of that. and when her 90 something Grampa was going to kick it, she was freaking out, hysterical like. i was a complete dick. i was basically like, what, you think he was gonna live for fucking ever? which he did, imo. i wanna end this now, cuz i have another thread i wanna make......