SEEING RED...

it is often said that the best advice is from outsiders- those who arent experiencing the drama that you are. and you never know where it will come from it seems.  do you know how many times i wish i would have taken my dear departed mom's advice? a good judge of character she was. which brings us to my little speel. i recently told this little story about "love lost" to an acquaintance who found his significant other cheating, and this is a damn good time to put it on brink if you all have nothing better to do...

the year was 1974..or 5..maybe 6? anyway...i was engaged to the beautiful "miss d". it was an ideal relationship. albeit, perhaps one-sided. she learned to love my truck...desert camping...attending my band's performances and my musical tastes in general- which was all things involving southern california country rock.
we were young and now that i look back...she was very  pliable and had no real interests of her own.  perfect fodder for me.
lo and behold, after a couple years she began to come up with various reasons to not attend most of the above mentioned pastimes of mine...err...ours i mean.
does this sound familiar to anyone else out there?
let us now cut to the night of the (ex-eagle) randy meisner band concert  at the golden bear  in huntington beach and my excitement that was bordering on religious fervor. what a concert this was gonna be....couldnt wait.
imagine my surprise when she told me  "im going to the john denver concert with my girlfriends" ...what the fuck?  those words were blasphemy to me. how could she? the rocky mountain high fag??? and what girlfriends? you never told me you had girlfriends!
that should have been a harbinger of our demise- right then and there. but now that i look back- i was young and pretty much caught up in me, myself and i.

so i attend the meisner concert that night with my pedal steel player buddy, pat,  and afterwards i stopped by the local placentia, california  watering hole to hang with my friends and toss back a few. it was there that a close buddy informed me that my "best friend" "G" has been screwing my fiance!!!  dont we all have a "pal" like that? he loved to be the bearer of bad tidings. so in a blind rage i drove over to miss d's mom's place where she still lived, and pulled up behind my "best friend's" toyota with my lights off. and there they be... gettin all messy, steamy and what not. my greatest fear was realized.
i got out of my truck and started calling them both lots of really bad names. he says something about coming over tomorrow and talking to me- while "miss d" runs into her mom's house crying.

i proceed to request  (at the top of my lungs) that my "best friend"  step out of his car. so of course, he locks both doors and starts the engine. meanwhile "miss d's" mom is yelling out the window that she's called the cops and now all the lights in the neighborhood are coming on.
i could care less at this point. i had seen red, bigtime. i had never seen this shade of red...never like this. hey-i can count all the actual physical fights ive had in my life on one hand. actually, this may not apply as his car didnt fight back.
i had just caught my best friend with my fiance. how freakin pathetic is this? she became desperate for attention...and he was a guy who couldnt muster enough courage to meet a woman on his own...not to mention a snake of a best friend who wouldnt confront me head on...and so i took it out on my best friend's toyota. with both fists. sadly and painfully.

he and his concave-roofed-toyota finally peeled off down the lane...while i shrugged back to my truck and headed on home.
im stopped by the orange county sheriff soon thereafter on the famed richard nixon freeway. with lights flashing and tears welling they give me a sobriety field test, and detained me until my ex-fiance's' mother could verify that no one was harmed. it was a traffic stop i'll never forget.  finally one of the older men in uniform asks me how this all happened. all i could tell him is
"tonight i caught my fiance with my best friend...what would you do?" he looks me right in my bleary eyes and says to me "son...i would forget her"

...like i said...you never know where the best advice is gonna come from...

EPILOGUE: just so you know...my "best friend" snuck over to my house the next night and kicked in the doors of my truck whilst i slept. kind of a pussyshit way to go about getting revenge...but fair i suppose. and about a year after this incident, the two were married and i'm told they still are to this day.

You believe in Capitalism right?

Comment by Dan Stuart
2/29/2008 @ 6:39 pm

Zog,

Ever hear of a revenge pregnancy? That's where a friend has it in for you.

Your Braintrust buddy, dezertdenzin

Comment by dezertdenizen
3/1/2008 @ 9:43 am

Denizen is one of my favorite words... someone has to be Mencken around here, or is it Jim Leff?

Comment by Dan Stuart
3/1/2008 @ 10:35 am

hey dan...sure i believe in capitalism...whats that got to do with two-timing sluts tho?

Comment by ZOGTONE
3/1/2008 @ 4:14 pm

Zog,

How'd u get on der net? Thought u wuz fishen' & kampen und mebbe drinkin' sum?

dezertdenizen

Comment by dezertdenizen
3/1/2008 @ 4:44 pm

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You believe in Capitalism right? Comment by Dan Stuart 2/29/2008 @ 6:39 pm

Zog, Ever hear of a revenge pregnancy? That's where a friend has it in for you. Your Braintrust buddy, dezertdenzin Comment by dezertdenizen 3/1/2008 @ 9:43 am

Denizen is one of my favorite words... someone has to be Mencken around here, or is it Jim Leff? Comment by Dan Stuart 3/1/2008 @ 10:35 am

hey dan...sure i believe in capitalism...whats that got to do with two-timing sluts tho? Comment by ZOGTONE 3/1/2008 @ 4:14 pm

Zog, How'd u get on der net? Thought u wuz fishen' & kampen und mebbe drinkin' sum? dezertdenizen Comment by dezertdenizen 3/1/2008 @ 4:44 pm

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