I've had my driver's license back a little more than two weeks now. I can't fucking how busy I've been. I can come and go as I please, eat out and see friends again. And yes I thought about sneaking in a beer but fuck it. Not now.

As I said before the first person I saw was Violet. She's a nutty fucking bitch. I went to visit her again last week at work. She's supposed to go see my new place and help me pick out some furniture. I need a whole new set up. I'm throwing most my shit out. I told her if she were good I'd take her to the rodeo grounds to. Damn rodeo is in town.

The Harpies
I was trolling for sleaze at a local strip club (bad habits die hard) when my phone vibrates. It's Rebecca. She asks me where I'm at (she can hear the stripper music in the background). I tell her where I'm at. She asks me to meet her and we set up the time. We are having a good time. She's drinking and I'm buying. The good thing with her is that she would never pressure me to drink. In fact when the waitress asked me what I'm having Rebecca ordered a Coke for me. Then she threatened to kill me if I had been drinking at the strip club. For the record, I hadn't.

So we are having a good time bullshitting and catching up. She apologized for not coming over more often. I told her to forget about it. Which is true. It's over and done with. I'm not looking at my past. What happened happened. Let's enjoy what life has for us now.

Then came the first whine of the night. She said no matter what we should always have each other in our lives. I agreed. She's a bad girlfriend but a great friend. Well besides me, I think she's the friendless person.

Then she said, alcohol induced I'm guessing,"I thought otherwise when you didn't call me on Valentine's Day." I wracked my brain thinking why are you asking me this. I let it go. I told her the truth. I was working a 16 hour day. Valentine's was the furthest thing from my mind.

Then the fucking Harpies walk in. They used to be friends of ours but I only consider them her friends now. I have no fucking use for them. Their comments and behavior on this night only reinforced the thought.

The music at the place is loud so me and Rebecca are sitting close and in order to hear the other talk. The Manatee With Feet just asked me,"Well I see you're still in love with Becky." I just shot her a dirty look that meant to say it's none of her business. All it did was open the door for more Rebecca whining.

"I'm used to getting flowers from him on Valentine's Day. Nothing this year."

To which Manatee With Feet said to me,"Oh so you are seeing someone else now? Come on tell me, who are you cheating on tonight being out with her."

"No one," is all I said. I felt like saying no one and even if I was it's none of your damn business. And I wanted to ask,"Why are there four of you where there used to be one?" But I didn't.

The Manatee With Feet further aggravated me with her bragging about this guy she was fucking. When Rebecca pointed out that he was married, Manatee With Feet replied how the hell did she know. Rebecca replied that she knew all. Rebecca then told her what a mistake she was making. Manatee With Feet went to lengths to defend herself and saying she knew but he wants her and not his wife. I already couldn't stand the bitch but this makes it worse.

Then the Old Blond Bitch chimes in with,"I'm a man trainer. I understand what she's doing. I can break any man. I'll have him whipped and trained in now time." I was thinking Bitch, I'd put my foot so far up your ass you could taste my shoe. I was just disgusted by these women.

Rebecca could sense I was getting angry. Finally I told her I'm leaving. I had had enough of the two Harpies.

The Great Apartment Search

I turned out great. Most the places I looked at turned out to be owned by the same company. I told renter agent I was working with that I got sick of looking at the same style apartments by the same company. But the one that I did find was fucking awesome. I also was the last one on the list for the day.

I almost thought why bother. It's fucking to nice and probably expensive. It is a little expensive but it's less than the top price I'd put for renting. So I went ahead and put in the application. I'll be moving in to what is probably the nicest place I've ever lived in about three weeks.

I thought what the hell. After all I've been through, all I've put up with and the year without the drivers license that I deserve a beautiful place that would make me happy. It's all part of the new beginning.

I've got more but fuck it. I don't feel like it right now.

Rebecca has been hounding me to go out with her again. What the hell! I'll make her happy. I'll call her tomorrow and set up something for Saturday. Then it's Violet on Sunday. No Sophia yet. Soon. Or maybe not.

Good night,
The Pope