Take It Back

Jesus Christ, this Sunday was fucking weird. I don’t even know if I quite understand what the hell happened.

I had been dating this auto mechanic for about two months. It wasn’t anything serious as we both had pretty busy schedules. We had a few dates and goofed off together, and he sent me good morning and good night text messages, never pressured me for sex, and pretty much treated me like a pretty, pretty princess.

Then he cut off all contact.

I was super fucking worried about him, but when he wouldn’t answer or return my calls, I cut my losses. After the shit show with Michael, I’ve become very good at ridding myself of people who hurt me.

Well, yesterday he texted me explaining how his grandmother was in hospice, he had torn his shoulder, and just wasn’t in a good place hence the radio silence.

And then he asked me to marry him.

Fuck. How the hell do I tell him I wrote him off?

I’m hoping he just had a mental break what with all the crap going on in his life and that he’ll pull a takesies backsies with that proposal.

They Knifed Him

There was a stabbing right outside of my apartment yesterday. A courthouse and police station are located within a hundred yards of my place of rest. There was a dispute in court (because no one ever goes to those hell holes for a nice cup of tea and biscuits).

When both parties left, a grey Mercedes followed a truck into the lot outside my building. The truck driver got out of his car to talk to the folks in the Mercedes, and then the Mercedes fellas jumped out and stabbed Truck Dude in the face and neck.

That was one hell of a way to start the morning.

A few of the police officers saw me rubber necking from my window and waved me down for questioning. I told them about the hollering I heard and asked if Stabby-Stabby man would be okay. They’re not sure; in my unprofessional opinion, that guy is fucked. His face looked like crushed grapes.

That’s some shit. Baltimore living, folks.