Tag: murder

This is just another day in my life…

Picture a small suburbian corner store.

Most of the people living in and around the area may not know each other, but we’ve seen each other before. We say hi or at least nod to each other in passing. It’s a pretty friendly day. I have an incredible addiction to TruMoo that draws me to the corner store almost daily.

As I approach the entrance, another patron approaches the same door and I open it for her. She seems surprised and looks at me like I just did something unheard of. I say, “After you.” I go and grab my Trumoo and as it happens end up in line behind that same woman.

As we’re in line we both seem to be cutting joke with the staff there (this is a regular thing) and the woman seems incredibly familiar, or maybe it’s the other voice yelling inside my head “GET HER NUMBER YOU MORON!” …there’s no doubt – she’s cute, outgoing and I place her at around 30(ish).

Still **something** stops me…it was totally subconscious. No rings, no ring marks, no indications that she’s an axe murderer…so why am I not engaging the conversation?!

She gets through with her purchases and the internal conflict in my subconscious is totally becoming audible to me.

I get through with my purchases just as she reaches the door and I am STILL not pulling the trigger. This simply isn’t me. I may not always make a move or engage someone that is interested, but it’s always a pretty conscious choice…yet still here I am and I can already tell. I’m not going to talk to her.

It turns into slow motion. She’s stopped at her car and is just leaning against it now smiling. I smile at her, she smiles back…

…and I get into my car and start driving away.

Yup. Not only did I not take advantage of the chance…I am getting the distinct impression I just totally choked…and THAT is not how it works in TonyTown. I may be a big dork, but striking up conversation isn’t usually a problem.

…I drive about ten feet forward. What the hell?! Am I turning into THAT guy?! The one that can’t approach someone on a dime? It’s not like I’m Don Juan or anything, but approaching and talking…lol…I’ve been doing that since I was born! She had a great personality and I am obviously interested…why not ask?!

At this point my brain does its thing and I manage to rummage through a gazillion years of memories to find the few that my subconscious had access to that apparently weren’t connecting with me.

That attractive and compelling woman and I had met before…and now I know why I was holding back. She was an ex of one of my oldest friends and undeniably one of the centerpoints of absolute psychotic behavior I and a number of my friends had ever encountered. She was the center of a number of trashed friendships and for a couple of those friends the crux of trashed relationships.

Now it was clear. Man…it’d been 10 maybe 15 years…I honestly don’t know if she’s still the same person. I just remember the windfall of crazy shit that happened to me at her hands.

I stopped the car for a sec and looked back her direction. Yup…there she was.

I move on and remember that my brain is incredibly functional and will sometimes look out for me even when I might be thinking about (or with) something else.

Yep. Just another day. 😉


and tragedy strikes

So many of my friends assumed that all these very old circle of friends started with Amtgard…nope…we were pretty tight long before…
…when they remember Micah, a brutal slaying…they remember those who committed that vile act…so many blame Amtgard, more specifically a few within the game…they were utterly wrong…place blame at the feet of insobriety and reckless indifference to self-control…the entire circle swam in it…and most of the circlewere barely able to doggie-paddle. When 30-40 people dismiss responsibility with themselves…with each other…collateral damage is a certainty…that collateral damage comes in the form of wounded and ruined lives.

Unfortunately…I never would have thought to have heard what I’ve heard and read what I’ve read.
That very large circle of old friends is again burdened with unfathomable tragedy…as I read about this I am just speechless.
On Monday June 23rd, an old friend I haven’t seen or heard from since Micah left us…this is just crazy…I just cant seem to wrap my brain around it…
…the news says the police saw the children laying in a bed covered in blood and when they kicked in the front door were forced to shoot Scott (he charged them). The blood all over the children was their fathers, not their own…and the cause of death in the children is likely being withheld. A lot of people are drawing conclusions about Scott where information about his children simply isnt forthcoming from the police.

My roomate is dating someone from the gang…she had forgotten that we had the same circles at one time, and was seeming a bit stressed and then realized I might have known Scott. Thats when she just let it rip…”Scott Montgomery commited suicide after killing both his children.” I dont think I’ve been sucker-punched so swiftly…I was kindof speechless. I had to think back on it. Scott?! “Bullshit” I thought…no way he did it. I read a couple articles(links below) and then realized that this was fucked up. I have (still) so many questions. How did the children die? How did the children die? and how the FUCK did the children die? I’ve never thought of Scott as being aggressive…HELL…he used to date one of my best friends back in the RHPS days.

I read another one of the gang’s blogs…this is just…god it’s weird. I think I am just going to do some heavy linking and stop now…I need a drink.