Defendant, only. Restraining order – check! He’s got ten years, four counties on record with future dockets and dates. He comes on strong, looks at me and I can tell, I’m his type- by the way he stares at me, or how he won’t let me have a conversation elsewhere, The forward manner in the way he moves his bar stool closer and dominates, forces charmingly and gives me his number so he can message me 0 every night, vaguely enough not to be disrespectful, but just desperate enough to know - I am lonely. Married, if not, nearly, two children. Offers me a way to move in, low rent, Maybe. Swallows whiskey from the bottle, chases it with coke. Hands it over to me, gentlemanly, Hands down, twiddling fingers, the drunk dial pay off – he walks downstairs. Forgets his phone, comes back and goes. Work wake up and return the next day, I can hear the rumble of his engine, as it leaves, comes back, and leaves again.
There's this guy, his name is Jeremy and he keeps telling this other guy, "I told you, you didn't have to do that." But it's clear, he did. Jeremy uses words like :Dude" or tells the other guy to shut up. "All you had to do was hand her the flowers and walk away." I don't know what he did. That's all I can hear. The next conversation goes like this: You want me to do something about it Boss? no reply.. An announcer comes on and rapidly gives the results of the horse race, a crowd muscles and moans. Everyone loses. Two boxers are in a ring, shit talking. I hear the guy take his swing, bash! Sirens. Laura? No answer. I fill the silence with old white noise I've heard and wasn't listening to. I hear concerts, fights, baseball games, felony discussions and questions that have no real answer. I hear it over an dover and over again and I start to think I am losing my mind. I can't think clearly. It&