1:54 p.m. - Apr. 09, 2002
Fucking Malicious
Adventures in Laredo
Part 4: Fucking Malicious
I fell into bed on Sunday night, delirious. I had already made arrangements with Monisa, to take Monday as a vacation day. I should�ve called the office, to tell Mark where I was, but I passed out instead. I didn�t wake up until sometime after noon on Monday, when Philly called. He said that Craigipu and my mother had both called him, looking for me, because I wasn�t at work. I called Mark and left him a v-mail, just to let him know where I was. So, I figured everything was cool. I really felt like getting out of the house. Philly invited me over, to hang out. We made peace. We spent the day together, talking it out and coming to the conclusion that everything worked out the way it was meant. My car was still out at IAH, so Sasha & Philly drove me out there, to pick it up. Only after the major fiasco of having to help Philly find his car keys. We tore the freakin house apart. I finally found them, under the Adirondack chair. But, wait � it gets better�
We found the keys�and then Philly (no more than five minutes later) lost them � AGAIN. I shit you not. We searched the freakin house again � and I found them again (this time under a pile of clothes, on the washing machine).
When I got home, there was a voicemail from my mother. She doesn�t usually call to just chat with me. She asked that I call her. It was after 9pm when she left the message. I called her around 1030pm. She was acting very fucking weird with me. She asked me what I was going to be doing next weekend (ok, so I thought that maybe she needed some babysitting help, for Tami). When I told her that I was probably going to make a day trip to Galveston with Clint & Philly, she immediately burst out with, �Why are you spending so much time with Phillip?�
What the fuck kind of a question was THAT!? So I asked her. What the hell does that mean? Then she told me what happened�what Philly said to my mother.
My mother called, introduced herself, and said that she was looking for me because I wasn�t at work. And Philly said, �Oh, the last time I saw her was when I left her at the hotel in Laredo. She brought two men back to the room and that wasn�t my scene.�
That fucking prick. I spent the entire day with him, making peace with him. We hugged and kissed and talked and talked. It was a beautiful day together. He never NOT ONCE mentioned the fact that he said that fucked up shit to my mother.
When I got off the phone with my mother, I immediately called Philly. His cell phone went to voicemail and I left him a nasty message. I told him how fucked up that was. That I just could not fucking believe it. He is malicious and mean and that was just really fucked up.
I cannot delve any further into anything more about Philly right now. I have so very much on my mind � so very much that is torturing me � and I need silence, to process it all�
