In discussions about the emerging Angela situation, Matthew expressed the view that either Angela should get back together with Aaron or else move out. You see, despite the breakup, Aaron and Angela are still living together for financial reasons. And Aaron is having problems with Angela's recent evening absences. Deya and Monster Boy had to field five phone calls from Aaron last night while Matthew's door was shut. He even asked them to say what cars were parked out on the street. My god, this is getting bad, but it's a familiar story. Does anyone remember how bad it got in the late stages of Angela's Dynashack visitation phase?
I fixed up an old PS/2 Model 80 for Matthew so he can do word processing. This entailed combining working parts from two different units. Since he doesn't have a girlfriend anymore and has lots of time on his hands, he figures it would be good to do some writing. Other than that, all he does at the end of each day is drink and socialize.
She drove Matthew and me to the Barracks Road ABC store and I went in and gor a litre of Pepe Lopez tequila. In our little world, tequila commands a special reverance. Anything that can make Jessika act like a sex-crazed lunatic must be some special magic.
We also got a case of Beast Ice. Angela has a weird problem with generosity. She refused to accept any money from either Matthew or me, though she'd paid for everything. I ended up flinging two dollars at her and they disappeared into the chasm between the two front seats.
Back at Kappa Mutha Fucka, we started drinking right away. We had no shot glasses (no doubt if we did they'd be smashed by now) so were forced to drink directly from the bottle.
Angela chatted some with the Wahoo neighbor girl, whose irritating little dog came through our yard. The Wahoo neighbor girl's boyfriend is one of those big dumb-looking football player type guys, and he was following closely behind. He's always looking over at us with unease, no doubt suspicious of our clutter, decorations, long grass and faint aroma of urine. Angela said she thought the Wahoo neighbor girl was nice, but had one of those voices that Angela particularly loathes. Oh, you should have heard it, it was bad.
As I left for work, Monster Boy was alone in the darkened living room, playing weird music and zoning out on the screen saver on Matthew's new computer.
Get a sense of what I was like exactly eight years ago today.
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