I'm almost half tempted to write down a wacky episode that happened to my co-worker this morning, as it was so freaking funny. I swear if I had mounted a camera in this room and taped whatever goes on and what people say here and sold it off to MTV, I would score higher ratings than the Ozporns. However I'm trying to adhere to a strict schedule- and I've been scrambling subjects left and right ever since.
By Monday, I'm hoping that my Deposit Man and the Last Great Gate of Mortality polish of the third act will finally be finished and I'm thinking of giving myself a little breather by plotting a short story featuring a well established DC Comics characters that's been boiling in my head since forever. Well, we'll see what happens.
So yesterday, I was reminiscencing about the ROGER's niece who's name I do now remember- it was DEBBIE.
It was revealed that DEBBIE was suffering from some sleeping disorder. I have never seen a actual sleepwalker before and to this day, I I haven't seen one since, but it looked incredibly eerie. Like as if someone was pulling your strings and directing you to do the will of the person doing the pulling. So when the ROGER finally came home from his drink on the job, my mom told the ROGER about the incident and he refused to believe it. He just assumed that I was the cause of the problem and he came out and woke up from my fake slumber and gave me a stern warning that if he caught me trying to fool around with his 'niece' , he was going to put me in the hospital. I heaved a typical 'whatever' and rolled over in bed. The ROGER wasn't go to lift a finger, because DEBBIE wasn't up to verify the story and didn't see a point in waking her up (not that it stopped him from waking me or my sister up every morning at 3 AM.
One day later in the next week or two, despite the constant ribbing from DEBBIE, I always had a full agenda on my plate- I belonged to a sort of summer camp or recreation program at the Central Junior High School across the street from my house. I had a cozy environment to wander everywhere. I had the Jersey City Reservoir to the left of me, the school's baseball fields to the right, and the apartment complex swimming pool in back of me. I went out that morning to play across the street, my sister and DEBBIE were playing with dolls, games, whatever- they eventually got into a fight and blows were struck.
After summer camp was over, I went straight to the pool and I wasn't getting along with the new lifeguard. Other friends of mine were getting along- but this lifeguard named TOM wasn't clashing with my personality ( and at the age of 13 - is anyone suppose to?). Anyway, DEBBIE came down to the pool on a guest badge just as I got into a shouting match with TOM over something silly- I forgot how the conversation esculated to that point. I said to TOM somewhere along the line, that if I had a gun, I'd take it and shoot your mother- which directly lead to TOM taking me by the scruff of my neck and dragged me to the edge of the 3 or 5 feet end and threw me in clothes and all. I remember I had my first subscription copy of Circus Magazine with Rick Wakeman on the cover in my hands and I submerged I was not a happy camper. I started cursing up a storm and the whole apartment complex heard me. This lifeguard TOM then took me and threw me out the gate and told me my swimming priviledges were revoked. I just stood outside the gate and screamed more profanities to him. What I had forgotten in the malee was that DEBBIE had witnessed the entire incident. So I figured I didn't want to go into the house with soaked clothes, I went back to the baseball field to dry off in the baking sun with my damp waterlogged magazine.
I looked towards home and I saw something bear down on me...
To Be Continued...