The Roy’s:Episode Twenty-Two
May 21st, 2008
Episode Twenty-Two
(twenty thousand plus words strong)
… women.
There is a street in every college town that is considered the go to spot for drinking and dancing. In Eau Claire, Wisconsin it is Water Street. Emmy, the man with all the connections, hooked me up with a job in ‘the booth’ at one of the finest dance clubs that Eau Claire had to offer. This isn’t really saying a whole lot, but it was doing what I love, thus making it a perfect fit.
I will spare you the details for the most part, as this here particular story enters its’ final stages, I don’t feel the need to tell of the hedonism that occurred there. I could give you pages and pages of in ‘the booth’ moments at a wide variety of venues, however, this type of reality based literature has grown old and I choose to skip the specifics at this point.
That last statement is total bullshit. I merely prefer to save those stories for use at a later date.
There are four separate items that I do feel important enough to mention. On homecoming weekend of nineteen-ninety-six I was working when a small yet significant incident occurred. I was behind the chain link messing with a mix when a small blonde haired girl came up to the booth. She looked extraordinarily familiar so my first instinct was to give her a little smile. This little hothead then looked me straight in the eye and plum slapped the shit out of me. I didn’t make the connection right away but this blonde inferno was one of ‘the girl’s’ best friends, who after slapping me, proceeded to go on the longest you are the most horrible human being in the entire world tirade.
$%^ @#$(*&, )$%*!
I understand her reasoning. This entire story has been about people hurting people. This would traditionally be the part where I might say something negative. In this case I will simply say thank you. That slap opened my eyes to how my behavior affected the collective whole.
She got thrown out on her ass anyway.
The second thing I would like to note are the people I met while working there. There are so many of them, and you all know who you are. Truth be told, most of those people don’t even know this story exists. I don’t know what that really says, except that we are all far too busy for our own good. They are business owners, teachers, salesman, film makers, land developers, consultants, and most importantly my friends. They are the ones who helped me get through this story. They deserve all the credit.
Thirdly, the law finally caught up with me. I was coming home from a road trip in Madison with a group of friends. We had gone to pick up our allotted stash of marijuana and were pulled over on the way back. The driver of the vehicle was arrested for transporting narcotics, while I was detained for the outstanding warrants I had previously disregarded. After a brief stay in both the Marathon and Portage County jails, I was sentenced to further probation in Eau Claire, and sent back home.
Finally, and most importantly I will say, this is where I would meet ‘the one’. She was sitting at the bar with a friend. I knew of her, but we had never really spoken before. She was a tall, perfect skinned mix of Maggie Gyllenhall and Christina Ricci. I pulled myself up to the bar and in my cool disc jockey type way, asked the young brunette if she would like a shot. True to fashion, she said the choice was mine.
I made her drink Yukon Jack.
Yeah I know, this probably wasn’t the best choice, despite it all, she downed it like a trooper. That moment is forever the story on how I met ‘the one’. We would go on to hanging out a little bit and eventually almost dating. The one will tell you that I stood her up the first time we were to go on a date, and she would be right. I was nervous, I really didn’t have a lot to offer at the time, and ‘the girl’ had left me pretty self conscious about most everything. We did eventually get that first date which consisted of me making dinner for ‘the one’ and her obnoxiously slutty friend ‘the mouth’. It was a successful first date nonetheless. We would continue to spend time together, getting a little more serious on each occasion.
Then it would end.
For those two readers who have diligently waited for something to happen in this story, your patience shall soon be rewarded. A friend of mine had owed me money for quite some time and the more Ramen noodles I ate the more offended I became. To offset this problem, I decided to take his checkbook and pay myself back. I had never thought something little, like forging a check could be so serious. That little move of stupidity, if nothing else, allows me to give you a very unique view, about a very unique place, that would change my life.
That little forty dollar check landed this clean cut white boy in a …
(Stay tuned for Episode Twenty-Three)
bozz2006 said:
1. I’ve never gotten the shit slapped out of me by a girl. This makes me feel a bit deprived. I deserved it, oh yes, but it has never actually happened to me. I guess I still have time, and could make it happen if I really wanted to. but knowing that I’d still be sharing a bed, and a 500 square foot apartment, with her… that’s a pretty good motivator to “play nice”, lol.
2. how many times did you get picked up for weed?
3. Wild Turkey. that’s my choice.
May 21st, 2008 at 10:32 pm #
Pack One said:
2. I personally, have never had a drug offense.
I don’t anticipate any reason I will ever get one either.
May 22nd, 2008 at 7:33 am #
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