Another romantic failure, yet it was so brief that I hadn't any momentum to be heart broke. It was too out of synch and from the last situation I created I have a soft spot on my head. So, I was making an atempt at the "friends" thing.
"Psalm,hey, I'm glad I got you in person. Ummm..."
"Cool. How are you?" I filled the dead air.
"Umm, yea, I got your message, uh, I guess, yea I want to be friends, I guess."
"Ok." I was distracted because I needed to make my lunch before I headed to work.
"Look. This is hard for me to say...I have a lot of hate in me. It is all I have left. Everyone has something they hold onto, I guess. What I want is such simple things-I don't want much. I'm not asking for much and I'm not getting them!"
"Vlad, what are you talking about? Why can't you get what you want?"
"Money, I'm broke and there are people who want to kill me.People say that they are going to be killed, but I am." I began to pull out the fixings for my salad. "I'm not going to tell you all the details, but I went to the bar just trying to enjoy myself... and these guys -they tried to throw me out a window." He paused for my reaction.
"hmmm." I was slicing a yellow bell pepper.
"I need a gun... to protect myself and no one will get me one. I asked my brother to swap cars with me for awhile and he wouldn't even do that. Why won't anyone get me a gun?"
"Are you asking me to buy you a gun?"
"Well, It's better than me taking one. I need to protect myself."
"Me getting you a gun is not going to happen."
"Why not, you can afford it. And I'd pay you back in payments. "
"NO. I have to get ready for work so I'm getting off the phone now."
"Fine then don't you ever CALL me AGAIN!"
"Ok Vlad, good bye." I hung up the phone and rushed and rushed. I sped to work and parked at a meter to be on time. Two hours into my shift it hit me.
Suffering suckatash! I must look stupid. This man believed he could manipulate me into buying him a gun. It was sideways for me in the respect that a man asking me for money is a disappointment, sure- surprise, not at all. It would have been typical if he had asked me for a "loan". Gave me a story about how he had got into a jam and his rent was due or his car broke down or even his installment for his certificate program was late and he needed to enroll in the next module. Ha Ha! All the ATMS out there know what's up.
A gun! Wow, pardon the pun but I did dodge a bullet.