13TH BLACKOUT: A DOUBLE DOSE OF BAD LUCK
Man oh man. What a crazy weekend, and not in the "Dude, I was so wasted I woke up next to a 300-lb. chick with a unibrow!", you know, fun kind of way. Seriously messed up stuff.
Hadn't had a blackout in almost a month. So Rob's over Saturday morning (okay noonish, Rob likes to sleep in on the weekends, as do we all). He's working on his laptop, I'm putting my journal entries into the blog, we're listening to some Pixies, getting in a good work groove, when all of a sudden...
Now keep in mind, Rob hasn't yet witnessed one of my blackouts firsthand. Sure, I told him all about them, even showed him the video. But apparently there's a MIGHTY big difference between seeing a tackle video and actually getting tackled.
So I wake up face down on the floor, and I hear crying. I look up and Rob's shoving his laptop into his bag. He storms out and says, "I'm sorry, I just can't deal with this!" and takes off. Grrrrreat.
So I'm sweating, thinking great, he's probably never gonna come back now, and all the pages are stored on his laptop, which is now squealing down the road. Then I feel guilty that my first thought is of the website, and not my friend who I've probably just beaten the crap out of. So I called him, but just got his voicemail. And then...
Jeremy comes in. He must of seen Rob all storming out crying, cuz he said, "Having a tiff?"
So I go, "Huh?"
"Whatever," I say. Jeremy's kind of pissing me off.
So Jeremy turns to go, then pops his head back in and just says, "Look..." like he's getting ready to say something, then he shakes his head and leaves. I hear him grab some of his stuff and take off. Can this weekend get any better?
Rob finally called me back a little later, he was okay, just a little banged up and freaked out. Thank god for those pillows. He said he saw me get down into a 3-point stance, and was like, "Come on man," like I was kidding or something. Then as soon as I said, "DOWN! SET!" he jumped and almost dropped his laptop. He immediately shoved it under the bed and started looking for an escape, but I was blocking the door. He kept calling me by name and saying, "Come on man, it's me Rob!" But I just tore after him. He ducked next to the bed as I went for him, so he just got kind of knocked to the side and I hit this big pillow, which I then "tackled," threw down and started trash talking to. Meanwhile, Rob's managed to scramble away out the door and is cowering in the next room, watching helplessly as I yell, "YEAH! IN YO' FACE, SUCKA!" to a goddamn pillow.
As I'm writing about it afterwards, it actually sounds kind of funny, but Rob was VERY freaked out. He said it was like he was seeing someone else in my body, there was just this look in my eyes like I wasn't even there. He said it really scared him seeing me this way, and seeing it first hand was just maybe a little too real for him, so he just felt like he needed to get out of there. He said he understands it's an affliction and I can't help it, and all is forgiven, but that he just needs a few days to wrap his head around it. Hey, it definitely took me a few days to wrap my head around it. I feel like I'm still trying to wrap my head around it. It sucks that we'll have to postpone the site launch even more, but I couldn't bring myself to ask Rob to get right back to work after what I did to him.
THEN... Beta-13 calls tonight -- said somebody is looking for him. When he got the janitor job, he listed a friend's house as his residence, just in case, and good thing he did. His friend said some guy in a suit showed up this afternoon looking for him. He wouldn't give any info what it was about or anything, and his friend said he'd moved and didn't know where he was, which was the first thing that came to his head. B13 said this probably makes him look even more suspicious. Said he could kick himself for flaking like that and just not showing up for work, but he panicked and now he looks guilty. B13 couldn't get from his friend whether the guy was a cop or not -- said he flashed him something real quick, but he didn't really see what it was, whether it was a badge or not, and he was too paranoid to ask to see it again.
WON. DER. FUL.
Beta-13 said he packed up some stuff and went to crash at another friend's place for a while. This SUUUUUUUUUCKS!
God, I hope those revisions work.
Posted by beta-7 at June 29, 2003 10:56 AM