Last week, I went down to the courthouse to turn in the paperwork to have Martin's employer, Graphic Products, served with a writ of garnishment, so that the funds he owes would just be taken from his paycheck. I had turned in the form, along with a check for $35 to pay for service, and was walking out of the small claims room when I decided to use one of the computer terminals to check the status of my case. You see, parts of Oregon have not yet joined the rest of us in the 21st century. Unlike other, more civilized counties, Multnomah has no website where you can view the status of your case, rather requiring you to call or use a handful of computer terminals that look like they were already antiquated technology in 1982. Since they keep hours that would make a banker envious, I never called to get an update. read more
Part 3, in which our intrepid protagonist gets his hardon on...
I try to be a pretty easy-going guy. I like to give people plenty of chances, because I understand that sometimes life is hectic and unexpected things arise. In my opinion, that's just part of being a decent human being. Because of this, I waited until mid-December, then sent Martin a short letter demanding payment, even listing the specific part of the Oregon Revised Statutes that he had violated. I received this long and rambling letter in response. Some things that stand out in that letter: read more
From Part 1:
Never before have I felt unsafe in my own home, though, until I lived with Martin Carter. I consider myself a fan of compromise; I think that the best way to resolve a conflict between two people usually exists in the space between the extremes of their arguments. As such, I’ve been able to solve problems in my life without needing to resort to litigation, until I lived with Martin Carter. Things started to take a turn for the worse when I started seeing someone, and developing a social life outside of Martin’s.
Little did I know how much worse things would get.
Hindsight is seldom actually 20/20. read more
Being far too long for a single post, I've decided to post my roommate saga in parts. What follows is meant to be taken as opinion, rather than as a statement of fact, and simply represents the events that transpired from one perspective. As always, a story has three sides: My side, his side, and the truth. I will do my best to ensure that my side is as close to the truth as I can tell it.
For those who haven't been following along, or those who didn't meet me until I was here in Portland, here's a quick recap:
2011 got off to a rough start for me, to say the least. Unexpectedly single and jobless, and without much keeping me in my home state, I took a 4,000 mile journey from Ohio across the United States, ending in my new home of Portland, OR. It was a cathartic and amazing, and I wish I had more opportunities to take a month off and drive for thousands of miles. That would be the life! read more
I know that some days will be better than others, but I feel really down today. I'm not even entirely sure why-- I had a good evening last night with some excellent friends and I've been getting enough sleep. For some reason I just feel morose. I'm having a hard time focusing on things, and I am more easily irritable than usual. I think it may have something to do with Katy's birthday being this Friday, at least in part. Everything just feels so void without her. read more
So far 2011 has been a heckuva year. I'm really sorry if my tweets and facebook status updates have been somber and melancholic as of late, things have not been ideal in my personal life. Katy has been dealing with some undefined illness (if you follow me on twitter or are friends with me on facebook, I'll spare you the rehash-- needless to say it's been troubling, frustrating, and unresolved), our 2 month old puppy got sick, and I have been struggling with trying to get registered for classes. At this point, it looks like I'm going to have to make some student loan payments due to the ineptitude of ITT (their inability to successfully mail a transcript) and the laziness of Franklin (their seeming lack of desire to register a new student). Money is always troublesome. There is never enough of it when you need some, and when you have a surplus it always seems to disappear. read more
Current project: Working on self-publishing my debut novel, The Lightcap.
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