Dean's World

Chapter 23

Ann Arbor, March 2005

I was getting kind of used to her patterns. Even after I told her it was counterproductive, we’d still lose a day here or there talking philosophy or politics or religion. She didn’t seem to believe in God but did respect spirituality in others, and her take on politics was always wild. Then sometimes she’d just abruptly tell me to get lost for a few days because she wanted a break.

Once, she was out of touch for a whole week, then called me one morning out of the blue and asked me to come meet her for breakfast the next day at eight in the morning. So I was kind of confused when there was no answer to repeated knocks on her door.

Suddenly, the door burst open. She leaned against the doorjamb, rubbing her head and running her hand through her hair, which was a complete mess. She was in her bare feet and wearing nothing but an enormous blue and gold football jersey.

“Morning,” she mumbled, her eyes half lidded and a dreamy smile on her lips. “Forgot you were coming, sorry,” she mumbled, rubbing and scratching her head.

“Wow,” I said, involuntarily.

She grinned sleepily, turned, and said, “Come on in.” Then she looked at the clock on the wall and yelled. “Yo Beef! It’s after eight!”

I heard a thump from her suite’s bedroom and a deep grunt. I looked around the suite and said, “Dear Jesus.” There was at least a case of beer cans, several empty whisky bottles, and some empty Chinese food and pizza boxes, along with what looked like mostly her clothes strewn all over the place. Some of the furniture was on its side and the coffee table was obviously broken. I just stared at her while she made her way to the kitchenette and poured out some juice.

“Thirsty?” she asked.

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Dean Esmay:

I remember writing that chapter. :-)

10.10.2007 6:31am

John Eddy (mail) (www):

Beef. Classic.

Too bad this marks where we really began to spin out of control regarding our different visions of the story.

10.10.2007 10:27am

Commenting on Dean's World is a privilege, not a right. Dean is your host, you are his guest, and you should behave in that fashion. Dean is not your babysitter, nor is he your punching bag. Please remember this. In general, you are free to disagree with anyone on any subject you wish, but abusive behavior will not be tolerated.

Of course we all lose our tempers now and then. Dean freely admits to being imperfect in this regard, which is why regulars to this establishment will generally be cut more slack than people who we don't know very well.

Still: behave like an adult, or go find somewhere else to play. Thanks.