Drama Makes the World go Round…

The past month or so has been drama-filled. It seems no matter how much I try to avoid the bullshit that life can throw at you, I still end up dealing with it. Thankfully, most of the drama that’s been happening really doesn’t have much to do with me, but it’s still effecting people I care about. The funny thing about me is that I’m a pretty selfish person, but I still care about my close friends, enough that I’ll try to help them out when they need it.

So a while ago I made a post about my friend who was dying from cancer. Shortly after the post was written, he passed. Later, we found out some dirty shit about his “wife”. It’s a long story, so I’ll stick to the main facts. He got married to his girlfriend while he was on his death bed. Technically, he was still married to his ex baby momma, so the marriage to the new girl was null and void. She only married him so she could get his social security for her and her kid (who was not his at all). When the social security went to his true wife, and his real kids, the girl was pissed, and showed her true gold-digging colors. Less than a month after his death, she began dating one of his “best” friends. Some of my circle of friends thought this was disrespectful towards the friend that died, so there’s a feud brewing. This really has nothing to do with me, but I do have an opinion about it, and the best thing for me to do was write her off completely. As for the guy, I don’t give two shits because I barely know him.

A couple weeks ago, my friends Ted and Tyler got fucked over. They were living in a pretty nice house with 3 other guys. One of the guys, Will, worked with Tyler in Valet at the Casino, the other two were brothers and friends with him. One day, after work Ted got a call from his landlord asking about when he was going to pay the rent. He told the landlord that all of the rent money was given to Will, so he thought it had been paid. The landlord told him that Will had gone in that day, given up his keys and said he moved out. Ted got home and found that Will and the brothers had moved out, along with taking some of Ted’s furniture. Not to mention, he ran off with around $1000 of Ted and Tyler’s money. So Ted made a police report and Will now has a warrant for grand theft and embezzlement out on him. A week or so went by, and no one knew where they went. Until the other day.

I was coming home from work and as I was turning right on a street by my house, who do you think I saw in the turn lane? Yeah, Will was right there. So I flipped a bitch and followed him for a good 20 minutes. This could have been an awesome story, but I’ll tell you right now that I didn’t get led to where he was staying, nor could I do much of anything. I did get his plate number, so Ted could put that in the police report, might help to get him caught sooner. Unfortunately, Will caught on to the fact that I was following him, and I’m pretty sure he figured out who I was. So he started doing circles around blocks and leading me on a goose chase. So I had to give it up, mainly because I was running low on gas, and stopping would have caused me to lose him anyway. My phone was also dead, so I couldn’t call Ted about it until I got home, so that pretty much sucked. Either way though, he’s going to get his in the end.

My last story is a bit more involved, and a bit more personal. Last night we went out to the bar with Herbie, Megan, and Drews. We didn’t drink much, just played pool mostly for a couple hours, then went and bought a case of beer and came home. We all had a good time at the bar, save for some drama with AJ and his on and off girlfriend Kendra. All that amounted to was Megan going and picking Kendra up and taking her to her house, where Kendra stayed, and Megan came back to the bar. When we left the bar, we told everyone to come to our house. Gina went with Megan and Drews and Herbie came with me. On the way to AmPm Herbie got a call from AJ who was talking shit about whatever bullshit had happened earlier in the night, so when we got to my house Herbie said he was going to go handle shit. So he took off. Amber ended up coming over to get Drews, and hung out for a while. Everything was cool. A long while later, Herbie came back. Drews and Amber left, and then the shit hit the fan. Herbie and Megan started fighting, and I’ve become accustomed to that, they do it all the time. But this time Herbie went a little too far, breaking strings on my guitar (I don’t know how he managed to just break strings and not the whole thing, but I’m thankful I still have a guitar), and breaking the shower curtain rod in my bathroom (I’m still trying to figure out how he did that as well). I went to the bathroom and discovered the curtain in the tub, and went out to the garage to say something about it, when Gina pointed out my partially broken guitar. Gina then started to go off on him about it, and I mentioned the fact that the curtain was fucked up, and it went from there. They had a good ol’ yelling match, and I wasn’t really in the mood for fighting, so I was just making sure it didn’t get out of hand. Thankfully it didn’t, and eventually there wasn’t anything else to say and Herbie and Megan took off.

I wasn’t really pissed about it at all last night, but this morning it sucked taking a shower without a curtain, and I couldn’t plunk around with my guitar like I usually do. I was mostly irritated with the disrespect, but I didn’t do much about it at the time. I figured it would all blow over and that would be that. Come to find out, the story gets much worse after they left our house. Herbie went much to far, beating on Megan in the AmPm parking lot, and cops were called, and he was arrested temporarily. He made my decision for me. I was beginning to think that most of our drama happens when he’s around, and I was thinking that maybe we shouldn’t hang out with him as much. After everything I found out that he did last night, I’m done with him. I’m not hanging out with alcoholics that beat their girlfriends, and he should count himself lucky that none of us were around for that. I already know that my other friends don’t approve of that kind of behavior, and a couple of them might even be kicking his ass for it.

So we’ll see how long I can go without any more bullshit happening. The more I avoid it, the more it comes to me, I just hope that it will stay minimal. The cutting out of a so-called friend may help.