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Sunday, November 16th 2008

8:10 PM

My neighbor Jesse

Jesse lives in the loft next door.

That's a good thing. Jesse's a decent fellow. He let me hang out in his loft tonight after I locked myself out of mine. I got home from Atlanta. Unload the car, including my bags and the groceries. Went to take out the kitchen trash, pulling the door to, locking myself out and the car keys, cell phone and house key inside. ARGGGHHH!!!

I borrowed Jesse's phone & called Bob a dozen times. I tried Harper too. Nobody was answering their phones. Jesse and I watched some television -- CNN's report on Jonestown. Then I called every number Jesse had for the folks who own our lofts. Nobody was answering their phones.

"Good thing I have a futon," Jesse said. He offered to make me some chicken nuggets. I tired to call Tim. He didn't answer either.

8 o'clock came and went.

Then 9.

Then 10.

Finally, at 10:30 Bob showed up, wearing his Boy Scout shirt (what else?) and unlocked the door.

YAYYY!!!

The Ben & Jerry's had melted but the lentil soup was good. 

"I had so much to get done tonight," I whined to Jesse.

"Yeah, but hey, it wasn' t so bad. You got hang with me," he said.

"Yeah. That's right. I'm glad you're not weirdo."

We laughed.

Jesse is headed to Afghanistan soon. I have to find a new place to live. I don't think I can handle sharing a loft stairwell with anyone but Jesse. Besides I need a place with a window I can crawl into when I lock my keys inside.

Oh. I almost forgot. While sitting in Jesse place, we both heard a woman screaming bloody murder. Three loud piercing screams. Like somebody was being assaulted. It was startling. Jesse turned to me, "What's that?" he asked, peering out the window.

"I don't know," i replied. "But it doesn't sound good."

Out across the parking lot, across the street, into the next parking lot, came more screams.

There were several police cars. And a lot of cops, several who were trying to arrest a woman.

She was screaming.

Bloody murder.

"This is the most violent place I've ever lived," I said to Jesse.

"Me too," he said.

And Jesse's been on tours  to Iraq and Afgahnistan.

Okay. Now for some good news.

The talk in Atlanta went great.

Between the time I finished at the podium and walked to the book signing table, they'd completely sold of out After the Flag has been Folded and half of the Where's Your Jesus Now? books had sold as well.

Yay!!!

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2 Comment(s).

Posted by Mr. KSZ:

Sorry, but I don't accept calls on my cell from strange numbers. But thanks for easing my mind about who called on the network from a Madison, Wisconsin, contract. I thought for a moment that a wild Cheese Head was after me, and you could have left a message. hugs!!
Sunday, November 16th 2008 @ 9:37 PM

Posted by DJinnebr:

wondering,what you say to Dave Tuesday in D C
Monday, November 17th 2008 @ 6:12 AM

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