Alice:
Yeah, he's spending time with unpredictable people.
Which isn't good for an unpredictable person.
Me:
Maybe I should just drive down the beach and watch the waves instead.
Or I will just reinforce his narrative that I’m a psycho, which I did by pulling a screeching U-turn and then slamming the accelerator like I was Vin Diesel in Too Fast Too Furious. Not even the original, one of the shitty sequels, bruh.
Alice:
You're gonna hurt yourself!
Me:
He will see me go by and lose his shit, thinking that I’m going to go on a date once again.
Alice:
This sounds awful.
What an awful way to have to live your life.
Me:
Yeah.
I agree. He’s just dumb.
Like… he’s smart in some ways, but really fucking dumb.
Says mean things.
Has stopped hurting me physically, and now says mean things instead.
He started a new medication yesterday that’s meant to stop him from being such an asshole.
Oh, and I think he’s panhandling again. Jesus Christ.
Alice:
Seriously? Why?
Me:
Well, it said he was by the store.
So I imagine he was scrounging for Karkov and a Black and Mild.
Needing a break from the oppression of the apartment, I go for a drive.
I crank Taylor Swift and MGK as loud as the truck’s speakers will allow. As I drive past a ‘hot people’ tent—not the meth tent, just a group of attractive people enjoying the day—I catch their attention. The crazed redhead in a camo truck, blasting music, probably looking as unhinged as I feel.
Me:
I am on a lovely drive cranking old school Taylor swift, and the hot people tent (not meth tent but fun hanging out day hot people tent) all turned and looked at the crazed redhead driving by in a camo truck.