I worked a show in Pensacola and swung over to see Kim in Tallahassee. He went on an epic rant after I told him that happened with PPW. I guess it’s nice to know he cares. I declined his offer of getting drunk. I did take him up on his offer to stay in his extra apartment.
When I opened the door two guys were sitting in there already. It didn’t occur to me that they were there for me. I assumed they were wrestlers and Kim had forgotten he was letting them stay there when he said I could stay there. I apologized for barging in.
One of them said something like “You’re a hard woman to find Grace”. They were probably trying to sound cool and menacing but it was just confusing. If it was a movie that scene would have been re-shot because it was awkward and disjointed.
They weren’t wrestlers. They were from the club in Havana. Havana Florida, not Cuba. I happened to be standing right by the kitchen knives so I grabbed one and said “Alright, we’ll do this.” That’s a pretty good line, that would be in the movie.
They didn’t want to fight. They wanted me to join their circle jerk of black magic assholes. They had a pretty good sales pitch, I think they magiced themselves up to be more convincing. They knew how to talk to people.
They had cooked up a story about how I was a magic chosen one. That my entire life up to that point had been preparing me to join with them. They said that all my hardships were preparing me for what I had to do. What they would help me do.
Bullshit.
If someone ever talks about how special you are they’re working you. Anyone feeding you a line about how you’re the most interesting and important person in the world is a lying piece of shit.
Boy were they were barking up the wrong tree. I told them I wasn’t interested in spending my days kidnapping and torturing junkies. That’s when they switched from trying to persuasion to threatening. They said they did a lot worse than that.
One of them said something like “Everything happens for a reason Grace, there is a plan, it’s just not God’s plan.”
I laughed. Who says shit like that?
They made some more threats and then left. I told them next time they break in to bring some fried chicken from Guthrie’s.
Rocket Cat 