My F**cked up Friday & other random sh*t!!! Part 2….

By: zombeewoman Mood: happy Date: 07/13/2012 09:29:38 Music: Still no music...damn it!

My continuation…..this may turn into 3 parts…..Oh well, when I write I write!!!!

As I was running off to the Blvd my manager was trying to chase me down and bring me back, but I already had my mind made up.  I was going to go back, just through the back way, which meant I needed to climb a wall.  I had to go through to the backside of a couple of complexes before I found the wall which I could manage to climb across.  Bingo, up I went up against the telephone pole, ready to grab onto hopefully a dead wire…then one of the 3 borrachos that regularly hang outside and drink grabbed my hand and helped me over.  My original intention was to just go back in my place, get my phone and crash.  That’s when I saw HIM J1 at the front door, and it just infuriated me.   He was glaring and had his video camera, so I start telling him off, shit like why he didn’t video tape it while he was pushing me, he tried to manipulate me into believing that he never pushed me, and said he called the cops on me and was waiting for them.  He told me he was going to show them the text messages and said it was proof I was harassing him, I said “go ahead, I have copies of them too”, hell I only sent him 2 texts, crazy bastard…but the fact that he called the cops really set me off and I yelled a few things that I should have never yelled, personal crap.  It was wrong of me, but that’s the only way I could hurt him, make him feel hurt like he hurt me…I forgot that this was my friend, he became my enemy….but I must’ve yelled the right thing as he now admitted he lied and he didn’t call the cops.  Then my manager came out again, and I perceived people where against me….which I later found out was true.  Half thinking that the cops may be coming and semi realizing that I was drunk and might be going to jail (great way to start my vacation) I headed back into the streets pissed off saying “fuck you” to J1 and to anyone whom was watching. I started playing chicken with an oncoming car.  Luckily they weren’t asses as they drove around me when they would’ve had every right to run my ass down.  I already made up in my mind I was not going back tonight.  I had no phone, no id, no money, no bus pass.  Luckily I had my keys.

I now wanted to go to Loaded, and hopefully the bartender I knew would be there and kick me down with a drink.  I did give him a good tip last time.  My bus passed me by, hell I didn’t have my pass anyways.  I asked some rich bitch (nicely) if she had the time, she ignored me and looked at me as if I was the lowliest scum on earth…I cussed her out…I headed to Hollywood/Western to the Redline, I could get on without a ticket, and it’s doubtful that the Sheriff’s would come and check.  Down the stairs I went passing a young black dude on the phone, which had a bottle of soda by his feet.  I asked him if there was booze in there, he said “No”…  I didn’t believe him.  I just missed my train, and it was the last one for the night.  I was frustrated and wanted to cry, and knew if I walked I wouldn’t make it to the bar on time.  I got out of the Redline station, and crossed the street feeling defeated, hated, alone, pissed off and sad….There was a Police car stopped at the red light and I was thinking should I ask for help, should I tell them I just got assaulted?  At least maybe they would take me home, where I could sleep and not be harassed coming in the building by J1.  There was 2 of them (cops) and I proceeded to the passenger window waving my arms saying “excuse me, I need help”.  Then the officer freaked on me yelling “GET AWAY FROM THE CAR” I was confused and kept coming “GET AWAY FROM THE CAR, GET AWAY FROM THE CAR MAAM” ever so harshly, I was aghast and started to kind of cry as I got away and then yelled “fuck you, I don’t need your help!!!”.  They took off…now I was pissed again!!!  I decided to call 911 on the cops.  I told the operator this was not an emergency and I wanted to file a report on the cops.  She transferred me to a supervisor and all the emotions took over, and I nearly cried out how they mistreated me when I needed help, but what good would it do because I don’t even know whom they are nor have their car number.  I ended the call with something about the LAPD will never change, all they’ve ever done was beat us (remembering my first LA Punk gig when my friend got beat) and what a disgrace they are…”do you want to give me your name ma’am?” ….”NO, I might as well go kill myself now!!!”….shit, I just turned into some crazy drama queen freak!!!!  But it somehow felt good.

Feeling somewhat defeated and vindicated I sat on the ramp, with my hoodie on and a tear stained face.  Probably looking like hell.  Two guys were walking by, a very tall one (about 6”4) and a very short one (about 5”5) and they asked me why I was sitting there.  I told them that I was having a bad night, that my friend and I got in a fight and he pushed me and the cops suck…the tall guy said he hates the LAPD and invited me to go with them to his favorite bar.  I told him I had no money or anything, he said he’d buy me a drink and that they were my new friends.  Okay!  Cool for me.  The tall dude was from Sweden, he offered me a cigarette, what the hell my 2^nd one in the last couple of nights…got a head rush again.  We passed by the Harvard & Stone, I assumed that was the bar he was talking about, he said no it was just a little bit further….hmmm, what bar? That’s what I was thinking.  They were cool and we were yakking like old friends.  Finally we got to the bar.  Jumbo’s Clown Room, yeah (sarcastically) I thought to myself, I’m going into a strip club!  WTH, oh well, he’s buying me a drink…might be interesting…There were 2 guys in front of us waiting to get in.  The door man was a total dick, to me anyways.  He said “it’s full and you guys may not be able to get in”.  I told this to my new friends.  They said we’d wait. Some people came out and he let the 2 guys in front of us in.  The door man now tells ME, “it’s 1:30 am, and we stopped serving drinks now, so you may not even want to come in”, ughh ok.  I tell my new friends  and tall dude then very calmly asks me “ well do you want to get a motel room then”….I said “no, that’s ok”, he said “well bye then” and I said “Ok well bye”  and walked off…so much for a free drink and new friends!  As I turned to look back I saw the doorman immediately let them in!  Yeah, it was personal….against me….can this night get any worse???

To be continued……………