Oh. my. god.
2:35 AM
Call from girl Sara. We met her when she waited on Sintantrix and my table one night at a restaraunt. We hung out that night. Sintantrix hung out with her one other time. I see her name on the phone and throw it to Sintantrix to answer. . .i'm engrossed in Sim City 3000.
2:36
Sintantrix leaves to go find Sara. She was hysterical crying on the other end of the phone. Something about people taking pictures of her through holes in the walls.
2:39
Realizing something crazy is going on, i leave too, to find Sintantrix.
2:44
I wind up at Sara's place before Sintantrix gets there. Odd. . .She lets me in
Sara-Did you see Matt?
Me-Who?
Sa-do you have one?
Me-What?
Sa-the fliers of me they were handing out? Have you seen it?
Me-No, i have no idea what you're talking about.
we go through the courtyard to the steps that lead to her room.
2:48
After sitting in odd silence with a few nonsensical explanations of what might be going on and Sara yelling at the wall, I call Sintantrix to find out where she is.
2:52
Sintantrix finally shows up and does some damage control. Calms Sara down and convinces her to come to our place where it is safe and she can figure things out.
2:57
Get back to our place. No sooner do we get back does she decide she needs to get all the drugs out of her house and pick up some clothes and shoes and necessities.
3:15
Back at Sara's. Sintantrix goes gets Sara's stuff from the bathroom. Sara gets all the other things every once in a while going outside to yell at nobody; occasionally replying to nobody; crying; shaking. I sit down and stay out of the way. Looking at Sintantrix i realize by her mug that she's thinking what i've been thinking: Either bad trip, dust, or delusional schitzophrenia. Sitting there, i eyed the walls seeing but one hole in the entire apartment. I saw no secret camera. The hole was not big enough to stick one hand through, let alone several hands through, as she had claimed "they" were doing to her. In fact, When Sintantrix and I put some of our seperate info together, we found out that aparently, "They" had an elaborate, collapsable system of cameras, had taken pictures of her having really dirty kinky sex, put them on fliers, made videos, and handed them out at a parade own St. Philip st. here in the French Quarter. (FYI, there was no parade). "They "were outside the door talking to her. "They" would get in between the walls and stick their hands in the "holes" in the walls. Everyone had seen these fliers and the video. Right.
This is where the timestamp gets fuzzy:
4:00
We finally get her stuff and start walking to our place. She's yelling at people who are (n't) following us. We get upstairs and she realizes she forgot something. Her box of memories. Man that can be such a nasty joke right there. Anyway, Sintantrix doesn't want to make the walk again, so i go with Sara alone this time. She's avoiding the sides of the streets with the lights. She's avoiding the people on the street. My friend Misty walks by. She tries to talk to me. I try to talk to her quickly before Sara freaked out, but not be rude and run away. We continue on and we get to her place. Grab the box and leave. Finally we get back and Sintantrix gets her in the shower and we figure that might calm her down. She's not in her place, it's safe here, fine. No. She gets out of the shower still occasionally yelling at nobody, insisting that they followed us here and are now somehow on our balcony looking in and yelling at her. We tell her there is no one out there. I gave up. I took the walk with her alone, now Sintantrix can finish up while i go to sleep
5:50AM
I lay in bed and start on my Xword puzzle.
6:10 AM
Sintantrix finally retires and does her Xword and we fall asleep.
There is so much more to this story that i probably couldnt even begin to explain. Maybe next update.
All i know is it was soooooo hard for me not to sneak out the balcony door in my room, go to the balcony doors that go to the living room, and start tapping and shit. Put my face right up against the window and start banging and have my roommate and Sintantrix insist that nobody was outside. I didn't do that even though it would have made my fucking month.
She's gone now. That's good. We've been joking about it all day.
2:35 AM
Call from girl Sara. We met her when she waited on Sintantrix and my table one night at a restaraunt. We hung out that night. Sintantrix hung out with her one other time. I see her name on the phone and throw it to Sintantrix to answer. . .i'm engrossed in Sim City 3000.
2:36
Sintantrix leaves to go find Sara. She was hysterical crying on the other end of the phone. Something about people taking pictures of her through holes in the walls.
2:39
Realizing something crazy is going on, i leave too, to find Sintantrix.
2:44
I wind up at Sara's place before Sintantrix gets there. Odd. . .She lets me in
Sara-Did you see Matt?
Me-Who?
Sa-do you have one?
Me-What?
Sa-the fliers of me they were handing out? Have you seen it?
Me-No, i have no idea what you're talking about.
we go through the courtyard to the steps that lead to her room.
2:48
After sitting in odd silence with a few nonsensical explanations of what might be going on and Sara yelling at the wall, I call Sintantrix to find out where she is.
2:52
Sintantrix finally shows up and does some damage control. Calms Sara down and convinces her to come to our place where it is safe and she can figure things out.
2:57
Get back to our place. No sooner do we get back does she decide she needs to get all the drugs out of her house and pick up some clothes and shoes and necessities.
3:15
Back at Sara's. Sintantrix goes gets Sara's stuff from the bathroom. Sara gets all the other things every once in a while going outside to yell at nobody; occasionally replying to nobody; crying; shaking. I sit down and stay out of the way. Looking at Sintantrix i realize by her mug that she's thinking what i've been thinking: Either bad trip, dust, or delusional schitzophrenia. Sitting there, i eyed the walls seeing but one hole in the entire apartment. I saw no secret camera. The hole was not big enough to stick one hand through, let alone several hands through, as she had claimed "they" were doing to her. In fact, When Sintantrix and I put some of our seperate info together, we found out that aparently, "They" had an elaborate, collapsable system of cameras, had taken pictures of her having really dirty kinky sex, put them on fliers, made videos, and handed them out at a parade own St. Philip st. here in the French Quarter. (FYI, there was no parade). "They "were outside the door talking to her. "They" would get in between the walls and stick their hands in the "holes" in the walls. Everyone had seen these fliers and the video. Right.
This is where the timestamp gets fuzzy:
4:00
We finally get her stuff and start walking to our place. She's yelling at people who are (n't) following us. We get upstairs and she realizes she forgot something. Her box of memories. Man that can be such a nasty joke right there. Anyway, Sintantrix doesn't want to make the walk again, so i go with Sara alone this time. She's avoiding the sides of the streets with the lights. She's avoiding the people on the street. My friend Misty walks by. She tries to talk to me. I try to talk to her quickly before Sara freaked out, but not be rude and run away. We continue on and we get to her place. Grab the box and leave. Finally we get back and Sintantrix gets her in the shower and we figure that might calm her down. She's not in her place, it's safe here, fine. No. She gets out of the shower still occasionally yelling at nobody, insisting that they followed us here and are now somehow on our balcony looking in and yelling at her. We tell her there is no one out there. I gave up. I took the walk with her alone, now Sintantrix can finish up while i go to sleep
5:50AM
I lay in bed and start on my Xword puzzle.
6:10 AM
Sintantrix finally retires and does her Xword and we fall asleep.
There is so much more to this story that i probably couldnt even begin to explain. Maybe next update.
All i know is it was soooooo hard for me not to sneak out the balcony door in my room, go to the balcony doors that go to the living room, and start tapping and shit. Put my face right up against the window and start banging and have my roommate and Sintantrix insist that nobody was outside. I didn't do that even though it would have made my fucking month.
She's gone now. That's good. We've been joking about it all day.
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i had a crazy story a while ago with some friends
we were out at club 360
and decided to go back to this guy and his girls apartment
they leave
me and my 2 other friends leave seperatlely
and stop off somewhere
when we get to the apartment
theres a cop car
the girl is on the front porch crying
the guy is half naked all scratched up
eventually he locks himeslef in the bathroom with a hunting knife threatening suicide
before we settle the whole thing down
and take them both away
before the cop got too pissed
cause he was about to cart them both away
anyway
do you have food at the place you work
i might stop by one night
when i get off from my crappy telemarketing job
i work until 10
lemme know yo