My Story

Rather than forcing anybody who wants to know to go crawling through my archives, I shall surmise the events of the worst summer ever on this page. Shall we begin?

Everything here happened during the summer of 2009 (May – September) to give you a timeframe. I have always wished my life would be more interesting. When college started it did jump a slight bit, but besides one reprieve it was still exceptionally boring. Same routine everyday, the same schedule every week. Then the summer came and things got too interesting, too fast. And not the good kind of interesting either.

May

Things kick off with my girlfriend of eight months leaving for France. She would be gone for three months (give or take). She called me from the airport, she said she’d miss me. That she’d wait for me. She. Lied.

28/May/09: For the past week I have been looking to get a job. After two interviews I am told I have a job in Chartbusters. I start in two weeks. Awesome. Next day I get a phone call asking me not to come in. I go into the place to ask why. Manager won’t tell me, guy behind the counter does. Somebody called in and gave “evidence” for a non-existing heroin addiction of mine. The Manager doesn’t want to risk employing a druggie so gave the job to someone else. When I threaten to go legal, he threatens to call the cops. I drop it.

June

14/June/09: Another job offer. This time in a tech store. Same, exact, thing as above.. Someone is clearly having way too much fun rendering me unemployable.

24/June/09: She breaks up with me. After less than a month. So I have gone to France, spending several hundred euro of my own money to go see her because for everyday she’s been gone I have thought about her. For everyday I have wanted to call her and tell her to come home. But I didn’t because I knew she was busy and I didn’t want to seem clingy. Turns out she didn’t think she could do it. So breaks up with me, after I get out there. Couldn’t have told me over the phone? Was I not worth it? Oh and she neglected to mention that she’d actually found a new guy until the others who came with me threatened her. I feel loved. I feel used.

The rest of June goes by without incident. Thankfully.

July

18/July/09: It’s my brother’s birthday. It’s also, through a happy coincidence, my ex-girlfriends. Yay. Day goes by happily enough, I meet my newborn cousin for the first time. As the main meal comes to a close, I get a phone call from Preacher. Car crash, and two of my closest friends who have been away for a year are dead. A third (the closest friend I’ve ever had) is in hospital with a stable condtion and healthy prognosis. I insist on seeing her. Simone says no, that she’ll be fine and out before I know it. She convinces me to go out with my friends. I do so on the 21st…

21/July/09: Simone dies. I feel more alone and sadder than I ever have in my life. I’m just glad I’ve had years of practice hiding inside myself, I don’t know if I could have dealt with people making sure I was okay.

August

2/August/09: I get a text and phone call courtesy of Preacher. Simone’s brother, my best friend, has killed himself. I should have done something. His sister (the only family he had left) had just died, along with his girlfriend of several years. Apparently Valens also had brain cancer. When he didn’t show to Simone’s cremation and memorial, Preacher went to find him. I was following behind. We were going to see a concert. I get in on the Sunday. Valens had killed himself on the Saturday.

28/August/09: Preacher is leaving. My last link to everyone I’ve lost and the only person in this world I think actually gives a damn, and who actually knows every piece of me, is leaving for Japan, then onto Russia. And he won’t be back for at least two years.

So that’s my story. Three month, four people dead, a friend and protector leaving and a break up. And the summer’s not over yet. Oh joy.