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CHAPTER I:
Well, it's like this. I live in an apartment complex here in Athens, Ga.
and life here isn't really all that bad. I mean, there have been those few
altercations that are bound to happen between neighbors, but with the series
of events that has happened and what has become of them, it would be safe to say
that the whole upstairs sector of Riverbend Club apartments has formed an anti-Bret
coalition.
It started like this. Shelly lives directly above me. I mean, directly above me.
Almost every action she takes in that room that emits an audible sound I hear. But that
is besides the fact. Anyway, there was a point in time where I actually had
developed a liking to this girl...she is vaguely attractive and has a nice ass. So
I figured what the hell...
I went for her. I mean, she seemed like the caliber of woman that I might find in my proverbial "field" so to speak. And I could tell that we got along pretty well. That is what I thought THEN. Well, before I made any permanent maneuvers in this situation, I made it a point to consult with one of Shelley's trusted friends, Dave. Now at that point Dave and I were pretty good friends. We worked out an awful lot together, and after all, it was through me that he actually knew anyone near my wing of the apartment complex.
He told me this. He said to me, "Bret, I think you should go for it. I mean, you two would make a great couple and she has even told me that she kind of likes you...so why not?"
This is where I need to pick a bone. Dave had been SLEEPING with SHELLEY before and DURING the time he told me this. Well, not WHILE he told me this. =o)
So being the dunce I am, I act on this. Totally oblivious as to the status that Dave and Shelley had achieved. Then all of a sudden it is told to me by one of Dave's roommates that he has been boinking Shelley this whole while. WHAT A FUCKIN SURPRISE. So, in light of my newfound (and reliable, mind you) information, I leave his apartment and walk back down to my own, to ponder my now manipulated situation. After some long thought, I made the conclusion that maybe it would be best if I just didn't speak to either of them for a while...actually, wait a second. What kind of a man would lead a FRIEND on to someone he was fucking relentlessly? I thought about this deeply, and only one result seemed plausible. Dave had now found his way to my infamous deplored enemies list. This was something I didn't have a problem with. Granted, I was hurt that he would tell me what he did given the circumstances, but jeez. It wasn't the end of the world. And I quite like having an object to which I can cast all of my aspersions. It makes me feel better. Kind of like stress relief, if you will. So anyway, after this had all fallen through, Shelley doesn't like how I have began to treat Dave...and the story continues....
Right, so let me finish. Now that you know the low down on who did what, you can start to get the overall picture. Dave was beginning to get the hint that I was pissed at him, and Shelley was starting to grow irate at the way I was treating Dave. After all, they WERE sleeping together. So then this happens.
It was a night that I won't soon forget. I was drinking a tad, and Dave had recently been over to our place that day. (he is friends with a roommate of mine, Stephen.) Well, this is what iritates me a whole lot about Dave. The man is an ego freak. He loves himself. I would estimate that the man owns at least half a dozen personal size mirrors. But it's not THAT that perturbs me to the point of insanity, it's that he flaunts himself to the people who don't CARE who or what he is. Namely, his enemies. Namely, Me.
You will recall that Dave and I used to work out together a lot. Dave is quite built, I will give him that. But what he has in looks he lacks in two things...modesty and intelligence. Now, the latter is kind of an unfounded insult, but the former does have substance. He has the nerve to, immediately following an evidently rigorous game of basketball, one in which he had began to sweat quite profusely, enter our house in search of Stephen before collapsing on our new one thousand dollar sofa. I just wanted to up and smash that man's nose through the back of his head. I mean, was he raised in a barn? First of all, I consider it quite rude to go anywhere but your bedroom and the beach with your shirt off, unless totally necessary. Second, knowing that every fiber in my body hates that man, he STILL had the audacity to just spread his bodily fluids/urea/whatever else was adhering to his sweat-soaked skin amongst my apartment. Well, this might not seem to some to be a big deal, something just says INCONSIDERATE ASSHOLE to me when someone does that. I guess I am just an overclean person.
Enough of the personal attacks. I rarely resort to them.
UPDATE: Jan. 28, 1999
Anyway...where was I. Oh, yeah. The part about me totally abhoring this man. Well, my feelings have changed very little, if at all. But, alas, he is a neighbor of mine, and, he being a good friend of one of my roomates, I am going to have to just deal with his being over here all the time. He plays that card game (often symbolic of socially-repressed introverts) Magic: The Gathering, and he imposes by using our Nintendo 64, without permission, of course.
Maybe by an act of God something will steer him this way and he will catch wind of the way I feel towards him. But until then, I suppose that I am just going to go on living and wondering about this man's motives to just tear at me. Oh well. I guess it's better I don't know. If I did, rest assured I would be doing my best to correct it. And that might get gory. =o)
Well...all in all, the end goes like this. We all just ignore eachother and only speak when the most banal or necessary things HAVE to be said. Pleasantries such as "hello" and "'zup" are a rarity. And this is in no way disturbing to me, though it can be akward at times. But such is life.
Well, I have decided this thus far. If you have had the persistance to read this far, then chances are you want to know a LOT about me. For the love of God, though, I can't understand WHY that would be. But, if it IS, then write me @ yitter5150@aol.com . If you are an AOL user, go ahead and put me on your buddy list; feel free to harrass me any time we are on together. I am off to quench my thirst for morbidity and significance. Good day.
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