Countdown Entry #14   11:21 AM, Thursday, November 19th, 1999:   Fellow Online Supporters,   Yesterday Jessica wakes me up by asking me if I moved the trailer (the one containing all my 4tvs equipment). Well, no...oh my god.   It was gone. I run outside and it's gone. And though you can insure almost anything with Lloyd's of London, unless I could fit that baby into my garage and put it on my renter's insurance - I was screwed in Ohio.   Jessica loses it, and I just become all calm for some reason. Don't know how my body does this. The single worst thing that could possibly happen right now. I just kept hugging her and telling her it was only money.   Then I start to laugh. It's just the irony of it all. I quit CD101 to go off and pursue 4tvs, and uhm well now that's gone too. SON OF A BITCH. I start adding up how much everything in that trailer costs and I get dizzy. Aside from the trailer itself. Why the hell does that have to be in a garage to insure it!   So a lady drives up and I ask her if she had seen that trailer. "No, I've never seen it..." Yeah it's only been there since FREAKIN' JULY in the same damn spot...thanks hon. "They towed a Cadillac out of there yesterday though..."   Well, well, well. I'm now physically ill. Because I can't talk to "they" (apartment management) until 10 AM, and it's only 9 AM. For the next hour...good God, I'm sure you can imagine. Because if those bastards towed my trailer without any sort of ticket, memo...anything...I'm gonna lose my mind.   So we go to the management 20 minutes early and stalk them. One lady is in there but despite our knocking won't get up. Finally 10 AM rolls around and another lady comes up.   "Did you tow a trailer yesterday..." "Yup"   I fall down. I literally got woozy and had to sit on the ground. No melodramtics here folks, that's just how my body reacted. It's like the adrenaline that made me be all reserved and calm before just drained from my body.   So we walk in and the bitch says to the other bitch (I'm not bitter or anything) "We found the trailer people!" And she's happy. Like Ha! We found 'em. And I don't know about you, but being referred to "trailer people" just didn't rub me the right way. They gave me the number to the towing company. I asked them if they could have I don't know MEMO'D the surrounding apartments, or anything...   "Well some people park far away from where their apartment is..."   This goddamn-puffy haired-MORON was real close to watching me go ape shit. But I was still so relieved that my life wasn't over, that I didn't lose it. She proceeded to tell me there was a notice on the trailer. Fine, you're a winner lady.   They towed my trailer up past WESTERVILLE. North of freakin' Westerville. Why, why would they do this? Any thoughts? Anyone? Anyone?   TO PISS ME OFF.   I live in Canal Goddamn Winchester. So I drive 45 minutes to get my damn trailer...pay the DAMN charges and get my DAMN trailer. I see the "note" A FOLDED WHITE PIECE OF PAPER ON MY WHITE FREAKIN' TRAILER. Yeah, REAL GOOD. Very nice. Moron...MORON.   So there's my day...there's my FUCKIN day.   Feel free to one up me if you can...   adam

 

 

NOVEMBER 1999