Last time I had a real hard emotional crash was in September 2003. It was the one my pirate friend helped me through.
It started a couple minutes before I had to Tears-of-a-Clown it to the few hundred gamblers racing up to my footsteps so me and my co-workers could take care of their cars. Normally, I’d have pockets of time away from the masses to deal with the agony in installments, but on that day I was covering for a supervisor during an event rush. All eyes on me that shift. The only moments I had to deal with it was the two minutes before I had to clock in.
2-minute offense & a 6-iron.
My roommate was in line to clock in, flicking his timecard along his fingers when I told him the news and gave him my phone to read the texts. He shook his head and punched his card with his offhand as he read in expected disbelief.
I walked back to my car. Once there, I popped the trunk, pulled out a 6-iron, & gave it to him as he approached, Then I went up to my passenger’s seat, pulled out my lucky charm – her hoop earring she lost in my car one night – from the center console, & tossed it to him as he took position in the adjoining field. He rested the lucky charm on a couple blades of grass. It took him a couple tries, but eventually he launched that charm halfway across that neglected yard that was to become a temp lot the following month.
Unfortunately, the length of that field wasn’t very long so I walked out, picked the charm back up, and tossed it onto US 12. I still hope it popped a stiff’s tires.
Then I jogged up front and pulled a Smokey Robinson for the next few hours.
I still text her on her birthday.
If you know my phone number, you know what day that is.
Update 2019-01-03: Not anymore.
A few years ago I texted. She didn’t reply. Then again, I switched phones and didn’t have her saved in contacts. I only remembered her number in the past because she text me. ‘Just used that thread. ‘Always got the numbers wrong if I tried to start a new thread. Probably on purpose.
The mind defends you that way sometimes.
Besides, it’s not like she texted on my birthday.
Hope that means she’s doing well.