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May 8, 2006 You meet at a coffee house and talk for a few weeks. Then you finally give out your email to this man who is interested in playing guitar in a video you're going to shoot. Then the phone numbers are exchanged and the audition set up. He plays well, very sweet, trying to be so helpful. Then it's too late to go home, can I crash on your floor? Can I leave my guitar here, as it's late and I'll be back to pick it up tomorrow, ok? Compassion is not wrong and you still do not know that you have a level 3, Bipolar person who does not take their medication coming into your home. 6", 200 lbs. versus your 5"8' and 130 lbs. Also, this man has a weakness for redhair and your DNA brought you into this life with just that color. Next, he shows up, you shoot the video and you think he will be going now that he's been paid and the job is done. However, he shows up and you open the door, after looking through the peep-hole and think he wants his guitar, so you open it to hand it to him and he pushes past you with a trash bag full of clothes, another guitar, and amazingly a small computer. He has decided you are his soul mate, he's stoned on THC, Dextromathorphen and crack...and you wonder what's wrong, but he can't answer you. The real fun starts when the Lithium bottle, unopened falls out of his pockets and the court order that he take the medication while he's on his two year probation for assault, which got pleaded down to a misdemeanor since he's sick. You realize he can't help whatever this illness that has been getting worse in him since he was in mid-teens and he's now 39, and he won't leave your house. Everytime you try to sneak out, he wants to come with you. You are afraid to fall asleep after he gets mad and starts breaking things, mumbling in some strange way, and he breaks your brand new Alienware computer. You worry about your guitars, cat, how you are going to get out and you realize: I've got to find his weak points, emotionally as now he wants to be your boyfriend and not in a "I Wanna Hold Your Hand," kind of way. Smoke and mirrors: he has a son and 3 stepdaughters which he hasn't seen in two years. When you finally get him to calm down he breaks down, crying, so you find a ticket he can afford to go from Seattle to NYC on his disability check and put him on a plane. Now strange people: dealers, probation officers start calling your house and his various girlfriends and ex-wives. (some of the girls are young teens, Lolitas who don't seem to care much about, and will do anything to have a place to sleep.) You go to your apartment manager, discuss the situation and start picking up the razors, baggies, and his stuff, and putting it in storage for his return to serve him the terms of how to get his stuff back and never return, while trying not to worry he'll follow you on the street, or try breaking in. Learning about Bipolar Disorder is a bit frightening in your own home, when you can't leave, you have to stay awake, use your humor and play on his emotions to go home to see his kids so you can get him out of your life. However, you change the locks, all the local stores have 86'd him before he left and most everyone of your neighbor's are upset by his presence. What a video you think. Next time, I will play all the parts, myself. ------------ About the author:Phoenix Morric is a published author on this ezine, Poetry.com and soon to have her first novel, Autumn's Indigo Child, available to the public. Historical fiction, based on 20 years as a musician and poet, it flows with splashes of prose and experience. She lives in Seattle, WA and can be reached for commentary at: Phoenixmorric8@aol.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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