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Friday, October 23, 2009

Wanted By Police: Me

So yesterday, while staying home sick from work, I was woken up by a phone call from my old roommate at about 8am. His tone of voice was worrisome, and he proceeded to tell me that two policemen had come to the house looking for me. They showed him a picture of a man whom he had never seen before, saying they thought I might know him. Not knowing I was sick at home, or how to give directions to my new appartment, he informed them that I no longer lived there, and that I was at work at the Ticket Office. Thankfully, he then called me to let me know they had stopped by, and that they were headed towards the office to questions me. Freak out.

Knowing that the policemen were going to the office, I called to let a co-worker know, explaining that I had no idea what was going on or why they were looking for me, and that I would call the police station to get incontact with them later. She suggested that I not even offer to do that, took my number, and said she would call me after they stopped by.

Just a few minutes later, I received a call from a 'restricted' number, and so answered as cordially as possible. It was a police officer, who asked if I knew a man by the name of "C.A.," a name which I have never heard before. After telling them I didn't know the person, he proceeded to discribe him as 6ft, 300 pounds, and several chins. Personally, I enjoyed this discription, but again told him I was unfamiliar with the man, and that I was confident I would remember such a person. He accepted my answer, then double-checked that I was the Gina Smith who lived at 123 Augusta Dr., where I lived about 5 months ago. After telling him I hadn't lived there in a while, he thanked me for my time, saying that was all he needed from me.

Relieved, but rather confused, I hung up, and noticed I had missed a call from work while on the phone, and I had a new voicemail. I checked it immediately, to hear the receptionist tell me that the policemen had stopped by and told her that I was not at all in trouble, that they were just looking for a man they thought I might know, and so she gave them my number. That's all fine, but wouldn't it have been cool if they had added that "not at all introuble" part to the beginning?

Anyways, I called her back to let her know that everything was cleared up. She told me that while talking to the policemen, they told her that C.A. is thought to have an infectious disease and is supposed to be quarantined, but is not, and that he may be spreading the disease purposely.

So... I am left with only about a million questions. Just a few:

  • What disease?

  • STD?

  • Why was I supposed to know this person?

  • Did he live in my old appartment complex?

  • Do I have some connection with such people that I am unaware of?

  • Will I ever get to know the answers to any of these?!



Thats my odd-ball story of yesterday.
?????????

So yesterday, while staying home sick from work, I was woken up by a phone call from my old roommate at about 8am. His tone of voice was worrisome, and he proceeded to tell me that two policemen had come to the house looking for me. They showed him a picture of a man whom he had never seen before, saying they thought I might know him. Not knowing I was sick at home, or how to give directions to my new appartment, he informed them that I no longer lived there, and that I was at work at the Ticket Office. Thankfully, he then called me to let me know they had stopped by, and that they were headed towards the office to questions me. Freak out.

Knowing that the policemen were going to the office, I called to let a co-worker know, explaining that I had no idea what was going on or why they were looking for me, and that I would call the police station to get incontact with them later. She suggested that I not even offer to do that, took my number, and said she would call me after they stopped by.

Just a few minutes later, I received a call from a 'restricted' number, and so answered as cordially as possible. It was a police officer, who asked if I knew a man by the name of "C.A.," a name which I have never heard before. After telling them I didn't know the person, he proceeded to discribe him as 6ft, 300 pounds, and several chins. Personally, I enjoyed this discription, but again told him I was unfamiliar with the man, and that I was confident I would remember such a person. He accepted my answer, then double-checked that I was the Gina Smith who lived at 123 Augusta Dr., where I lived about 5 months ago. After telling him I hadn't lived there in a while, he thanked me for my time, saying that was all he needed from me.

Relieved, but rather confused, I hung up, and noticed I had missed a call from work while on the phone, and I had a new voicemail. I checked it immediately, to hear the receptionist tell me that the policemen had stopped by and told her that I was not at all in trouble, that they were just looking for a man they thought I might know, and so she gave them my number. That's all fine, but wouldn't it have been cool if they had added that "not at all introuble" part to the beginning?

Anyways, I called her back to let her know that everything was cleared up. She told me that while talking to the policemen, they told her that C.A. is thought to have an infectious disease and is supposed to be quarantined, but is not, and that he may be spreading the disease purposely.

So... I am left with only about a million questions. Just a few: 
  • What disease?

  • STD?

  • Why was I supposed to know this person?

  • Did he live in my old appartment complex?

  • Do I have some connection with such people that I am unaware of?

  • Will I ever get to know the answers to any of these?!


Thats my odd-ball story of yesterday. 
????????? 

Friday, October 16, 2009

Some Thoughts

Regrets

this book smells of stale smoke
no surprise there
fitting in its way
for a rant on psycadelics
and reports of such abuse

disturbing topics
TURN AWAY
your little, innocent mind won't take it
what a mess you'll be
you've no idea

forge on
your world will take a ride
on the teacups
but that dizziness you feel
don't expect it to go away
its not all an after effect
just an effect, after all

but if you run
hide
quiet now
for when they find you its a tight spiral

down

down

walk a straight line now
don't let yourself slip
(too late, I know)
squirrel cages.

no cushy membrane
only bars and bolts but
slam into them
its just a bruise

but oh, what a fun ride this year
I already know I'll be back



Too High

sounds are bulbous
ballooning & fading
crescendo decrescendo
If I ice it will it stop the swelling?

with lights this bright its so dull
grey
overbearing
an old rotting tree reaching for your living room

through your roof.

The long days go by so quickly
Xs on a chart
meaningless and gone
i hear the new ones coming
plans
dates
fliers
posters
billboards

do I look as though I want your propaganda

my concentration wanes
scratch that
I don't recall clearity

each day repeats with no similarities
though in retrospect
they are each

uniquely
alike



Your Ghost

unmarked sand
the waves wash away nothing
yet I feel the presence
and morn at high tide

breif
over
came
and
went

left with jars full of shells
and handfuls of time,
of unmarked sand