6/17/2015 Day 2:
Today was far more relaxed than
yesterday. I will pick up where I pretty
much left off in the story, which was telling Herb and Bob about my living situation. Work was the same as usual. Talking with my girlfriend though was a
little less entertaining. She isn’t
comfortable with the situation. And to
be honest, things could be better, but they could also be a lot worse. In speaking with a member of my family who
was indirectly affected by these goings on.
They expressed to me their mild displeasure at the fact that they had a
mess to clean up in their house. Now, in
the interest of being honest, it was me that left said mess. HOWEVER, it was just bits of paper, etc. There were no stains, holes in the wall, mean
notes, nothing left in the bathroom that would gross people out. The room was essentially in need of a quick
run through picking up bits of paper and a vacuuming. That being said I had a paradigm shift when
that person told me that they had a mess to clean, not you have to understand
the only people who know about my situation at this point is Herb, Bob, my best
friend back home, my girlfriend…and perhaps her mother. Not sure.
It took everything I had to not shout back “you have a room to clean…I
don’t.” But in the interest of keeping
my private things private, I opted to appear a fool with my mouth closed, than
to open it and remove that doubt.
I did have
two tech rehearsals for the St. Louis Fringe Festival that evening and was
finished by 10:15 or so. I drove to the
same spot I had slept the previous day, and since it wasn’t raining I was able
to sleep with the window open sans “screen.”
I didn’t fall asleep as quickly because there wasn’t rain and sleeping
in silence is difficult for me. But once
I did fall asleep I was sleeping pretty soundly. Until…I was awoke mid-dream to tapping on my
window and a flashlight in my face. Now
to be honest the first thought I had was “How’d they get into my room?!” After quickly realizing that my room had four
wheel drive, it made much more sense, yet still a little frustrating since it
was 1:30 in the morning. He asked me:
“Can you
open the door please”?
“Do you
mind if I put on some pants” I sleep
with just my undies you see J
“Sure thing”
Upon me opening my door, he continued with routine questions
that you might think to ask someone who is seemingly living out of their Jeep.
“Living out of your Jeep?”
“Yes sir”
“Why aren’t
you in Festus?”
At this point I became very confused, because our dialogue
up until that point had no mention of where I am…was from. So in the nicest way possible I asked
“How did
you know that I lived in…”
“I ran your
plates”
Dammit Travis he has access to MULES, you should have known
that!
So after relaying as much of my story as I thought necessary
including where I currently work, which just happened to be down the street, he
asked me
“Why aren’t
you in their lot?”
“To be
honest I figured I had a better chance of not getting hassled if I slept here.”
“Well, your technically trespassing
so…”
“Oh man, I had no idea, do you want
me to move?”
“No man, you’re fine, I was just
doing my rounds and saw your Jeep and needed to check it out, if someone calls
about you, I’ll be back and then we’ll talk more and probably have you go
somewhere else, for now, just go back to sleep.
Good luck to you”
“Thank you
officer”
So it was a very good interaction with law enforcement
considering all of the bad press they are getting in the St. Louis area. But I went back to sleep and the rest was
business as usual. The drive to the gym
was interesting though, never had to pee so bad driving ten minutes before.
I am jack’s extreme sense of urinary urgency.
