and sometimes

things get a little too exciting. fuck.

tonite i wanted to buy a bike. i told a guy whose bike i was interested in that i couldn't see it until friday. he offered to bring it by. and take me to the cash machine. (perhaps that should have been a tip-off.) nonetheless, he brings it by. i test it out. i don't want it- the chain falls off while i'm riding. now, my bike may be old and tired but damned if the chain falls off. He puts the chain back on, i try it again- and the bike is just not working for me. so i tell him that.

he gets crazy, jerks the bike away from me, throws it back on top of his ice cream van (it's covered with good humor stickers) while cursing at me. i thank him sweetly, seeing as how i'm a good little co-counselor. he says something about paying him ten dollars. i ignore that, seeing as how i don't have ten dollars. and i'm not paying for him to bring me a shitty (stolen?) bike that i don't want.

So he sends me a threatening email (two, actually) demanding fifteen dollars. He says he's gonna get madder. hmm. i have a thing- i learned it from my family- if someone threatens to hit you, you don't wait for them to do it. you hit them first. if he sends me another email, i'll figure something out. i already called the cops. what the hell do police do, though? pretty much nothing, most of the time. i found his addy, and such. am i psycho now? i am tired of being threatened by psychotic fucks.

wierdos. definitely not boring, though.