Post by dsk2 on May 22, 2009 23:29:47 GMT -5
"I can't believe this! What is your problem?" I shouted slamming an empty beer bottle against a table, causing it to crack all over the ground.
"Well, maybe you should have thought about it before you practically blew up a town center over one of your childish events!" Dr. Bostam said, snapping back quickly.
"Well maybe if my life wasn't screwed up by at least one dumb-ass a day, I would have had a better chance to do that! Now wouldn't I?" I said now.
"Actually, sir, I have no concern on anything about your private life. All I am concerned about is what you've got in the bank," he replies sarcastically.
"What is in my bank? Probably a couple paper clips and two tens! I aint got nothin'! You think just cause I'm a wrestler makes me rich? I dont even get three hundred a match! I begged for a job! My record is 1-0! You think I'm worth something? Huh? Big shot?" I said, now, completely without patience.
"Well sir-"
"Well sir nothing! Get out of my life! Sue me! I don't care! Just because you're a lawyer doesn't make you have all the power in the world!" I shouted, walking out of my house, locking the door, and leaving him in there, with the alarm on.
And now, as him, being the ignorant lawyer he is, having no knowledge at all that I had just set the alarm, opened the door, triggering it, automatically sending a notice to the police.
Now, noticing this, I rode off really far, but stopped, to give the alarm some time to go off. At about the time I came to the end of my road, I couldn't even see my house, but I could see some cops approaching. So I rode faster than I have before. Ever. So fast that my legs had started cramping before I had probably even gone a couple hundred feet. Before I knew it, I was there, only a minute or two behind the cops. This is the time where I made it interesting.
"What the hell? Why is this guy here? What the?" I said, in a faked shock.
"You! You were just here! You left! And you came back! I will not stand for this non sense! The youth of these days, I tell you," Dr. Bostam said in a very angry voice.
"I'm sorry, sir, we are going to have to take you in. Now until you can get a proper lawyerl for this case, everything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law," the cop said, very firmly now.
"Hahaha," I mumbled to my self, still acting shocked, as I started sprinting into my house, leaving my bike on the sidewalk. Suddenly, I screamed. "If there is anything gone I am suing!"
I ran inside, and looked around, just to make them think I really was paranoid of having something stolen. After a while, they left. And I stayed inside for a while. But after I knew no one was coming back, I went outside, grabbed my bike, and rode it into my garage. Walking through my garage door to the outside of my backyard, I went back there and ripped all my clothes off. Jumping very violently into my hot tub, I started to just relax, even though there was no heat or jets.
"Why does this have to be my life?" I said nervously. "I was flooded with money, but now, I have nothing. No family, no wife, no money, no car. All I have is a bike and a house. I haven't eaten in a month, and the last thing I drank was a cup of tap water from my sink. My electricity is shut off, and all I can afford is my plumbing. It's all downhill from here."
"Well, maybe you should have thought about it before you practically blew up a town center over one of your childish events!" Dr. Bostam said, snapping back quickly.
"Well maybe if my life wasn't screwed up by at least one dumb-ass a day, I would have had a better chance to do that! Now wouldn't I?" I said now.
"Actually, sir, I have no concern on anything about your private life. All I am concerned about is what you've got in the bank," he replies sarcastically.
"What is in my bank? Probably a couple paper clips and two tens! I aint got nothin'! You think just cause I'm a wrestler makes me rich? I dont even get three hundred a match! I begged for a job! My record is 1-0! You think I'm worth something? Huh? Big shot?" I said, now, completely without patience.
"Well sir-"
"Well sir nothing! Get out of my life! Sue me! I don't care! Just because you're a lawyer doesn't make you have all the power in the world!" I shouted, walking out of my house, locking the door, and leaving him in there, with the alarm on.
And now, as him, being the ignorant lawyer he is, having no knowledge at all that I had just set the alarm, opened the door, triggering it, automatically sending a notice to the police.
Now, noticing this, I rode off really far, but stopped, to give the alarm some time to go off. At about the time I came to the end of my road, I couldn't even see my house, but I could see some cops approaching. So I rode faster than I have before. Ever. So fast that my legs had started cramping before I had probably even gone a couple hundred feet. Before I knew it, I was there, only a minute or two behind the cops. This is the time where I made it interesting.
"What the hell? Why is this guy here? What the?" I said, in a faked shock.
"You! You were just here! You left! And you came back! I will not stand for this non sense! The youth of these days, I tell you," Dr. Bostam said in a very angry voice.
"I'm sorry, sir, we are going to have to take you in. Now until you can get a proper lawyerl for this case, everything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law," the cop said, very firmly now.
"Hahaha," I mumbled to my self, still acting shocked, as I started sprinting into my house, leaving my bike on the sidewalk. Suddenly, I screamed. "If there is anything gone I am suing!"
I ran inside, and looked around, just to make them think I really was paranoid of having something stolen. After a while, they left. And I stayed inside for a while. But after I knew no one was coming back, I went outside, grabbed my bike, and rode it into my garage. Walking through my garage door to the outside of my backyard, I went back there and ripped all my clothes off. Jumping very violently into my hot tub, I started to just relax, even though there was no heat or jets.
"Why does this have to be my life?" I said nervously. "I was flooded with money, but now, I have nothing. No family, no wife, no money, no car. All I have is a bike and a house. I haven't eaten in a month, and the last thing I drank was a cup of tap water from my sink. My electricity is shut off, and all I can afford is my plumbing. It's all downhill from here."