11.14.1994
Joe Evilsizer is a dead man.
Last weekend I went over to my old place to see him. I heard he was very sick and wanted to find out what was going on. I hadn't had much contact with him after I moved out because I was tired of him and his bullshit. I guess he got AIDS at some point in the past and he didn't know it until he was in a really bad car accident that destroyed his car and seriously threw out his back. The doctors discovered what he had when they were trying to fix him up after the wreck. When I heard Joe was pretty sick I decided to give him a call and see how he was doing. All I got was his answering machine and I left a polite enough message. At that time I didn't know what he was sick with yet. I just thought he was messed up from the car accident.
Two days later I got a call back from Joe on my answering machine that said, "You're an idiot. I've done away with idiots." That really made me angry. I mean, I never did anything to piss him off or treat him like he was an asshole. In fact out of all the people that rented a room from him I think I was the only one who never wrecked his stuff or broke the house rules. All of a sudden I'm lumped in with all the fuckups and people he disliked though. It's all been part of his mental state I suppose, and it's definetly not right with the world. I mentioned the shitty message Joe left on my machine to Senor 23 who in turn brought it up with Joe directly two days later. Senor 23 went over to Joe's to help repair his beater car. It died and Senor 23 is a most skilled beater car mechanic. So I got another call from Joe on my answering machine this time all polite and sincere and denying any sort of a rude previous call. Yeah right. It was Joe's voice and he couldn't lie his way out of it.
Saturday I went over to see him and I was shocked when I got there. Joe was laying on a couch in his livingroom in a sweatshirt and pants, and he looked like a Jew that had just escaped from Auschwitz. Joe was a tall, broad shouldered man and what I saw laying on the couch was a man that was all skeleton covered in thin white skin. My whole visit was awkward and I had a tough time looking at him while we were talking. I tried to avoid talking about any of my problems. They were miniscule compared to what he was going through. To a certain extent I also tried to avoid talking about his illness. Everything else I brought up whether it was television, movies, politics, or whatever Joe was evasive and blunt in his responses. There wasn't much to talk about. He kept mentioning the AIDS and what it's done to his body. He thought it was a plot to destroy people. He showed me sores on his legs and he went on to tell me how he can't eat anything except for candy like Life Savers and Tic Tac mints. I watched him as he did a nasal wash from the couch over a waste basket. Then Joe showed me all of the bottles of prescriptions he's on. I couldn't believe how many different kinds of pills he had to take. It was out of control.
When Joe tries to get up from the couch to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water he is so weak that he needs help. Joe mentioned that his room mate Luke has been really helpful around the house. He even helps Joe bathe. I thought to myself well that's cool he's got like a live-in nurse then. Then this Luke person came into the livingroom and I recognized him right away. Luke is this retard that moved into town some years ago with his girlfriend to go to the Junior College here. His girlfriend left him shortly after they got an apartment together and then a short time after that Luke decided he was gay. We used to call him "Milktoast" all the time because of his demeanor and personality. He had this weird hobby of collecting ashtrays. I remember the one and only time I went to his apartment I saw literally hundreds of ashtrays everywhere in the place. It seemed odd at the time.
Luke has been basically homeless for long periods of time so I figure he somehow latched onto Joe and is getting a free place to stay as long as he helps Joe out. I had a sinking feeling about it though, like Luke is gonna swipe anything and everything he can and pawn it for drug money as soon as Joe dies. Maybe he's already been stealing from him. Joe would never know about it since all he sees everyday is the inside of his livingroom and the bathroom. Having Luke in his house as a room mate I realized Joe is doomed. I can't think of a worse person Joe could have under his roof with him. Oh well, it's like I said. Joe is a dead man.
Last weekend I went over to my old place to see him. I heard he was very sick and wanted to find out what was going on. I hadn't had much contact with him after I moved out because I was tired of him and his bullshit. I guess he got AIDS at some point in the past and he didn't know it until he was in a really bad car accident that destroyed his car and seriously threw out his back. The doctors discovered what he had when they were trying to fix him up after the wreck. When I heard Joe was pretty sick I decided to give him a call and see how he was doing. All I got was his answering machine and I left a polite enough message. At that time I didn't know what he was sick with yet. I just thought he was messed up from the car accident.
Two days later I got a call back from Joe on my answering machine that said, "You're an idiot. I've done away with idiots." That really made me angry. I mean, I never did anything to piss him off or treat him like he was an asshole. In fact out of all the people that rented a room from him I think I was the only one who never wrecked his stuff or broke the house rules. All of a sudden I'm lumped in with all the fuckups and people he disliked though. It's all been part of his mental state I suppose, and it's definetly not right with the world. I mentioned the shitty message Joe left on my machine to Senor 23 who in turn brought it up with Joe directly two days later. Senor 23 went over to Joe's to help repair his beater car. It died and Senor 23 is a most skilled beater car mechanic. So I got another call from Joe on my answering machine this time all polite and sincere and denying any sort of a rude previous call. Yeah right. It was Joe's voice and he couldn't lie his way out of it.
Saturday I went over to see him and I was shocked when I got there. Joe was laying on a couch in his livingroom in a sweatshirt and pants, and he looked like a Jew that had just escaped from Auschwitz. Joe was a tall, broad shouldered man and what I saw laying on the couch was a man that was all skeleton covered in thin white skin. My whole visit was awkward and I had a tough time looking at him while we were talking. I tried to avoid talking about any of my problems. They were miniscule compared to what he was going through. To a certain extent I also tried to avoid talking about his illness. Everything else I brought up whether it was television, movies, politics, or whatever Joe was evasive and blunt in his responses. There wasn't much to talk about. He kept mentioning the AIDS and what it's done to his body. He thought it was a plot to destroy people. He showed me sores on his legs and he went on to tell me how he can't eat anything except for candy like Life Savers and Tic Tac mints. I watched him as he did a nasal wash from the couch over a waste basket. Then Joe showed me all of the bottles of prescriptions he's on. I couldn't believe how many different kinds of pills he had to take. It was out of control.
When Joe tries to get up from the couch to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water he is so weak that he needs help. Joe mentioned that his room mate Luke has been really helpful around the house. He even helps Joe bathe. I thought to myself well that's cool he's got like a live-in nurse then. Then this Luke person came into the livingroom and I recognized him right away. Luke is this retard that moved into town some years ago with his girlfriend to go to the Junior College here. His girlfriend left him shortly after they got an apartment together and then a short time after that Luke decided he was gay. We used to call him "Milktoast" all the time because of his demeanor and personality. He had this weird hobby of collecting ashtrays. I remember the one and only time I went to his apartment I saw literally hundreds of ashtrays everywhere in the place. It seemed odd at the time.
Luke has been basically homeless for long periods of time so I figure he somehow latched onto Joe and is getting a free place to stay as long as he helps Joe out. I had a sinking feeling about it though, like Luke is gonna swipe anything and everything he can and pawn it for drug money as soon as Joe dies. Maybe he's already been stealing from him. Joe would never know about it since all he sees everyday is the inside of his livingroom and the bathroom. Having Luke in his house as a room mate I realized Joe is doomed. I can't think of a worse person Joe could have under his roof with him. Oh well, it's like I said. Joe is a dead man.
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