When I met up with Ginger Rock he moved in to kiss me. When I stiff armed him off and asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing he said that I was the one being weird since we had fucked like crazy last time so why would kissing be a big deal now? When I told him that we did nothing of the sort he just shrugged. Like he didn’t believe me but also didn’t care.
I don’t know why that bothers me so much. It does. I know we never did anything. Why does it matter to me that he thinks that we did? I resisted the urge but I very much wanted to convince him that he was wrong. But that would have been impossible because he didn’t care. It wasn’t important enough for him to be convinced either way. Which only pissed me off more. Does that make sense?
Because of that I was already mad when he asked me for an apology. When I asked him what the fuck I had to apologize to him for he acted hurt because I “ghosted” them instead of joining their Luciana revenge posse. He claimed that I told him if they would help me rescue the girl and then I would help them murder Boss Hog.
I explained to him that was never the deal and he’s a delusion moron. Things were going great.
Because of that I was already double mad when Kim-Kelly showed up with a friend. A friend who drives a 1969 Cadillac De Ville Classic. A fucking pink 1969 Cadillac De Ville Classic. A friend who wears a stupid hat and a bowling shirt like he’s a basic cable quirky detective who’s been kicked off the force in LA and is in the rural Alabama for some reason making groan-worthy jokes and sexually harassing the ice queen blonde lady who’s been assigned by the Da Chief to be his partner.
Kim-Kelly Introduced him as Eddie Champion, which is a shitty name even for a lame-ass con artist. When I knew him, and when he ripped me off, he was calling himself Chuck “the house always” Wyns, which is also a terrible name now that I think about it.
I think I deserve points for not immediately kicking the shit out of him. Double points since Ginger Rock already had me pissed off.