So, in the last 4 days; I've driven to downtown LA (skid row area) 4 times, and twice in one evening, because I couldn't find her; she'd passed out in an alley and the only reason she didn't get raped/murdered was because some angel in disguise as another homeless dude protected her.
So, she slept off her binge in his place, called me the next day; and I picked her up.
She (insert expletives here) then wants to go down to OC and somehow (not hard -- face it I'm a easy mark), talks me into driving. She's going to take the train back after seeing one of her kids.
Except, the last train leaves before it's convenient. So, I get tasked with picking her up. Again.
And she insists on stopping (to pee), but finds a bikini stripper bar instead and does shots. She asks me for money (remember, I'm trying to be a straight arrow, right?), and when I don't --- tells me to F*** off and then leaves with the guys she just met.... I'm supposed to follow but they lost me in about 5 seconds. I wasn't able to stick... She then calls my cell and tells me to go home.
Yay.
After I go 70 miles home; because there's no point; she calls because after the party, her "new friends" dropped her off at an emergency clinic; and she's dissing the staff because she's drunk and bails... I drive the 60-70 miles downtown (again) and find her in an alley, and she's incapable of getting to her feet unassisted. Interesting fact, the homeless couple also in the area start to come to her rescue; just in case I'm a creep.
So, an hour plus later... I get home and she won't get out of the car. It's my fault --- right?
She's also not breathing "right". I took her to the local (to me) emergency; and the're understaffed, and can't get her out of the car. She declines treatment (somebody kicked the crap out of her chest); and just wants to go home.
Oh, but to make it more interesting, she tells the security guard / EMT that I'm raping her.
So, police are called and she's irate because I won't leave until interviewed. Like I really want to be hassled at home...
So, she smokes in my car, tells the cops that she "just wants to go home", and I'm so upset/angry that I can't separate the feeling that I want to leave her there, from the one that I want to tear off her head and sh** down her throat. Yay. Because, it just isn't worth it.
Thanks, I feel better.
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