01-19-2014, 09:49 PM
Continues
”Hey, Midge. What the fuck is going on? I got your emails, and I’ve had the police here looking for you, and asking questions. Why did you attack that dude? He didn’t die, but you did hurt him pretty bad.”
”I had to. Dude was talking crazy. He said Gilmour deserved to be a champion. I’m a Champion, Gilmour isn’t on the same level I am. He’s just not. Dude was insane! He had to be beaten. How wanted am I?”
”How wanted? Dude, this isn’t GTA, there are no stars to show that. But here’s some perspective; cops to my house looking for you. They went to Gwen, they went to your mother, I’m sure they went to a lot of people looking for you. You attacked like 4 people, and ran off. They think you’re insane. Frankly, I agree. What happened to you? You’re losing it, bad. First PCP, and now this. I’m sorry, but don’t come back for a while. Get help, turn yourself in, and just move on. I’m not sure I want to be your manager right now. I won’t be there this week, and probably not at that Shove it, either. Call me when you get shit figured out.”
The line went dead, Frodo was heartbroken, he lost Crack, his best friend. The person he could count on more than anyone else in the world. All he could do was lay on the bed in his hotel room and cry. Cry he did, for hours. Until his face hurt, until he had nothing left in him but a burning desire to just disappear. He hadn’t seen Gwen in almost a month, and he missed her. He hadn’t seen Joseph since he started wrestling, and he missed him, and now Crack had turned on him. Frodo was lost, all he had was his new Lenovo and his belt. His goddamn belt. A title he wasn’t even sure he actually wanted anymore, his life was about over. Frodo didn’t want to get up and move, but then he got a call on cell from Joseph’s school.
”Hey, dad. Listen, I don’t have long, the cops are looking for you, but they can’t listen in on the school lines. Uncle Crack says he can take care of this, he didn’t mean his call. He’s going to make the reports disappear, so you’ll be good again. Go to the match tomorrow, we won’t be there because he won’t be able to finish it until then. Come Tuesday morning you’ll be in the clear. We all love you, dad. Come home soon, and we can work on getting you clean later. I love you, we all do. I have to go, bye dad.”
The line went dead. Once again Frodo was filled with emptiness, but at least he had a little hope. He knew his family loved him, and that was enough for him. He decided to check the XWF site to see if anything new happened. No news from Nova, and Gilmour posted a new video, maybe he should watch it. After what felt like an eternity Frodo rubbed his eyes, and punched himself in the dick.
”Yeah, that hurt way less than watching Gilmour’s shit. How cute Gilmour dreams about me. And John Madison, that’s a little disturbing. It’s also off putting that he dreams of Barney Green. I think he might be a bit gay, like for real guys. I think Gilmour might really have a crush on Maddy, Green, and me. I’m not sure how to take that. If you’re watching this, and decide to come out to us Gilmour, we will treat you the same. We won’t judge you any less.
On the subject of advice, dude; tell Rose to maybe shave her face, and chest before wearing lingerie. It’s hard to pass as a pretty lady when your face and chest look like a sheep. I guess maybe you like the hairy man chest? Maybe you’re secretly into Morbid Angel, he is about the right age and has the required body hair for you, Pete. Tell him, tell him now. Say the words, ‘Morbid’, scratch that his name is Kyril, ‘Kyril, I, Peter Gilmour, wish to have you inside my colon. I want you on my back like Fatback.’ Dude, that’s all you have to say. He might go for it, he is European. You never know.
In any case, please don’t dream about me, please don’t talk about you’re better than I am, and please stop talking about how awesome and muscley you are. It’s all a lie. Go preach to homeless people or whatever you do. Frodo out.”
Frodo shut off his laptop and went to bed.
”Hey, Midge. What the fuck is going on? I got your emails, and I’ve had the police here looking for you, and asking questions. Why did you attack that dude? He didn’t die, but you did hurt him pretty bad.”
”I had to. Dude was talking crazy. He said Gilmour deserved to be a champion. I’m a Champion, Gilmour isn’t on the same level I am. He’s just not. Dude was insane! He had to be beaten. How wanted am I?”
”How wanted? Dude, this isn’t GTA, there are no stars to show that. But here’s some perspective; cops to my house looking for you. They went to Gwen, they went to your mother, I’m sure they went to a lot of people looking for you. You attacked like 4 people, and ran off. They think you’re insane. Frankly, I agree. What happened to you? You’re losing it, bad. First PCP, and now this. I’m sorry, but don’t come back for a while. Get help, turn yourself in, and just move on. I’m not sure I want to be your manager right now. I won’t be there this week, and probably not at that Shove it, either. Call me when you get shit figured out.”
The line went dead, Frodo was heartbroken, he lost Crack, his best friend. The person he could count on more than anyone else in the world. All he could do was lay on the bed in his hotel room and cry. Cry he did, for hours. Until his face hurt, until he had nothing left in him but a burning desire to just disappear. He hadn’t seen Gwen in almost a month, and he missed her. He hadn’t seen Joseph since he started wrestling, and he missed him, and now Crack had turned on him. Frodo was lost, all he had was his new Lenovo and his belt. His goddamn belt. A title he wasn’t even sure he actually wanted anymore, his life was about over. Frodo didn’t want to get up and move, but then he got a call on cell from Joseph’s school.
”Hey, dad. Listen, I don’t have long, the cops are looking for you, but they can’t listen in on the school lines. Uncle Crack says he can take care of this, he didn’t mean his call. He’s going to make the reports disappear, so you’ll be good again. Go to the match tomorrow, we won’t be there because he won’t be able to finish it until then. Come Tuesday morning you’ll be in the clear. We all love you, dad. Come home soon, and we can work on getting you clean later. I love you, we all do. I have to go, bye dad.”
The line went dead. Once again Frodo was filled with emptiness, but at least he had a little hope. He knew his family loved him, and that was enough for him. He decided to check the XWF site to see if anything new happened. No news from Nova, and Gilmour posted a new video, maybe he should watch it. After what felt like an eternity Frodo rubbed his eyes, and punched himself in the dick.
”Yeah, that hurt way less than watching Gilmour’s shit. How cute Gilmour dreams about me. And John Madison, that’s a little disturbing. It’s also off putting that he dreams of Barney Green. I think he might be a bit gay, like for real guys. I think Gilmour might really have a crush on Maddy, Green, and me. I’m not sure how to take that. If you’re watching this, and decide to come out to us Gilmour, we will treat you the same. We won’t judge you any less.
On the subject of advice, dude; tell Rose to maybe shave her face, and chest before wearing lingerie. It’s hard to pass as a pretty lady when your face and chest look like a sheep. I guess maybe you like the hairy man chest? Maybe you’re secretly into Morbid Angel, he is about the right age and has the required body hair for you, Pete. Tell him, tell him now. Say the words, ‘Morbid’, scratch that his name is Kyril, ‘Kyril, I, Peter Gilmour, wish to have you inside my colon. I want you on my back like Fatback.’ Dude, that’s all you have to say. He might go for it, he is European. You never know.
In any case, please don’t dream about me, please don’t talk about you’re better than I am, and please stop talking about how awesome and muscley you are. It’s all a lie. Go preach to homeless people or whatever you do. Frodo out.”
Frodo shut off his laptop and went to bed.