My Personal Story Part 8
For everything bad to happen in my life, I accept it from the horrible break ups, to the lost friends, to almost being killed; to being robbed of my possessions of value to almost failing college last year I know I deserved it from my past actions. I was never a good child, I cause grief and I cause much pain. I might not believe in god, but I believe in Karma. What comes around goes around, and this is the wheel turning and coming back on me. My mother though disagrees and has said I already paid my debt to society. But then, there is a lot she does not know about. My only question is when will I stop paying for it all?
I had finished the year of college and well I did well. A man named Jordie moved in with me. He was not the most trusting person with the most trusting background. He was from the prairies escaping some fraud he committed with Cheques. He was hiding out in Belleville, and I am not sure if Jordie was even his real name. But he had a list of many acquaintances, which would come over a lot.
During this period I noticed my collection of games and movies would decrease. And I narrowed it down to these twins that would always be by. But, I could never catch them in the act. Then one day I just happened to be home at a time I was not suppose to be home and someone walked into my house. I looked out of my room, because it is on the far end of the apartment and one of the twins had come in, and he was moving over to my bookcase of games and movies. Now I had about 50 or more ps2 games and 20 or more DVDs and I was down to about 10 ps2 games and 10 movies. My Gamecube was also stolen and all the games for it. I know Jordie was not home, he would be home soon though. So I grabbed my Kitanna (sword) and marched to the living room with the cold, calm and collected attitude I have. He jumped at seeing me and stuttered over his words.
He then tried to fish for excuses, it was too late; I pushed him and knocked him into the wall unit I owned. I stumbled to the side from the impact and then I grabbed him by the chest and pinned him to the wall. I put my sword diagonally across his chest and began to poke him with the sheath. He was scared shitless but I did not yell at him nor did I try to beat the snot out of him. I was calm; I merely told him I knew what he was doing and how long he was doing it. Of course he is going to deny it. It was him without a doubt, he was the only person to come when games went missing, after the 4th robbery I got suspicious and kept track. Jordie was even missing some games and he limited who visited him to help find out who was doing this. So I had him pinned and I calmly told him I did not want to involve the police. I also told him I wanted all my things back in a quick and prompt manner. Jordie came home then and was surprised at the scene but he stayed out of my way. I then made the fool give me his address.
Then I sent him on his way. To get my things and return them, but according to the police who showed up an hour later to arrest me. I scared him shitless. For some reason after breaking in my house he decided to go home and call the cops on me. So I was arrested, but the cop was good about it. My swords were confiscated for evidence (I would not get them back for at least 8 months). I spent a few hours in the Belleville cell. I do not think the police understood why this guy did what he did, but for some reason I was the bad guy. No investigation was launched and I was not allowed to file charges against him for some reason. The police never came and talked to my room mate who would back my story up.
All through the radios though I was slammed with another obstacle, the journalistic community of radio got a hold of the police report and decided to broadcast my name throughout the Quinte region, and spread the word that I held a butcher knife to someone’s throat and slice it. The worst thing though is that they USED MY NAME with FALSE INFORMATION. It was really hard to get a part-time job to pay my rent while I went to summer school (it was a condition Rob gave me in order to pass his class) when everyone business owner thought you were a violent criminal. It was really hard to find work, and I survived as long as I could without money. I finally gave up and applied to welfare. I was not proud of it because one of my poor qualities is my sense of pride. I will starve before I go to a food bank. There are people who need food banks a lot more than I do. I actually was starving those few months.
My family had been on welfare once before when my father was in jail and my mother pregnant with my baby sister Stephanie. My family has never been poor-poor, but we always struggled to earn a living. I am a firm believer of earning what you make. But I was also going to school during the days.
So while my useless inner struggle was going on I did not realize what my room mate was doing. How could I, I had a new love in my life. Kyla King. Although she was kind of young, 17 going on 18 to be exact. But let me explain I met her at the bar Little Texas and assumed she was above the age of 19, and well it seems I did not find out for a bit. I was shocked at first but what do you do then? I was turning 24, and she was 17? Did age really matter? The last 17 year old I dated was a chick from Oshawa whose name I remember sometimes and forget others back in 2001 or so. I am sure Marzden will remember her, because I made him double date her best friend. He did take one for the team for that :P Much love and respect my friend. Anyways. I was in a steady relationship with her. But the funny thing was she would never hang out with me during the day. Every time I tried to make plans they would fall through. Our relationship began after 10 pm and would end in the morning with her going home.
She was a pretty thing though so I can not complain, and well my relationship with her was good. I do not think we ever fought.
Back to Jordie, it seems he had not been paying rent. I never really paid attention (stupidly) to his rent situation with the landlord. It seems he owned a lot of money and would never pay on time. He skipped out on me. And I my rent went back up to 700 dollars and I had his rent backlog of 1200 dollars to pay.
Marzden came into my life then, and decided to move back up to Belleville and stay with me and help me out. I got him set up with the community start up program and helped pay the rent until school started again. Unfortunately, he gets kind of swept away in the whole party scene too much and thinks with the wrong head and does not get his priorities straight all the time. But that is Marzden. But this is when Jeanne and Tim moved in also. My rent dropped to about 200 or so. Kyla and I broke up with a “I think we should break up,” and me saying “ok”. Marzden came and went. I spent my birthday alone, again. I got my OSAP and was good for another year of school. I was going to court for bullshit charges, and I got myself a good lawyer with legal aid. Jordie had bailed out on me and left me with a large debt in rent which I had to pay back. Tim and Jeanne moved into the spar room and I moved Marzden’s crap to the spare bed I had in my room. College was starting and I was ready for next year. I would experience another love, some loss, some stress and would look for my sanity.
I had finished the year of college and well I did well. A man named Jordie moved in with me. He was not the most trusting person with the most trusting background. He was from the prairies escaping some fraud he committed with Cheques. He was hiding out in Belleville, and I am not sure if Jordie was even his real name. But he had a list of many acquaintances, which would come over a lot.
During this period I noticed my collection of games and movies would decrease. And I narrowed it down to these twins that would always be by. But, I could never catch them in the act. Then one day I just happened to be home at a time I was not suppose to be home and someone walked into my house. I looked out of my room, because it is on the far end of the apartment and one of the twins had come in, and he was moving over to my bookcase of games and movies. Now I had about 50 or more ps2 games and 20 or more DVDs and I was down to about 10 ps2 games and 10 movies. My Gamecube was also stolen and all the games for it. I know Jordie was not home, he would be home soon though. So I grabbed my Kitanna (sword) and marched to the living room with the cold, calm and collected attitude I have. He jumped at seeing me and stuttered over his words.
He then tried to fish for excuses, it was too late; I pushed him and knocked him into the wall unit I owned. I stumbled to the side from the impact and then I grabbed him by the chest and pinned him to the wall. I put my sword diagonally across his chest and began to poke him with the sheath. He was scared shitless but I did not yell at him nor did I try to beat the snot out of him. I was calm; I merely told him I knew what he was doing and how long he was doing it. Of course he is going to deny it. It was him without a doubt, he was the only person to come when games went missing, after the 4th robbery I got suspicious and kept track. Jordie was even missing some games and he limited who visited him to help find out who was doing this. So I had him pinned and I calmly told him I did not want to involve the police. I also told him I wanted all my things back in a quick and prompt manner. Jordie came home then and was surprised at the scene but he stayed out of my way. I then made the fool give me his address.
Then I sent him on his way. To get my things and return them, but according to the police who showed up an hour later to arrest me. I scared him shitless. For some reason after breaking in my house he decided to go home and call the cops on me. So I was arrested, but the cop was good about it. My swords were confiscated for evidence (I would not get them back for at least 8 months). I spent a few hours in the Belleville cell. I do not think the police understood why this guy did what he did, but for some reason I was the bad guy. No investigation was launched and I was not allowed to file charges against him for some reason. The police never came and talked to my room mate who would back my story up.
All through the radios though I was slammed with another obstacle, the journalistic community of radio got a hold of the police report and decided to broadcast my name throughout the Quinte region, and spread the word that I held a butcher knife to someone’s throat and slice it. The worst thing though is that they USED MY NAME with FALSE INFORMATION. It was really hard to get a part-time job to pay my rent while I went to summer school (it was a condition Rob gave me in order to pass his class) when everyone business owner thought you were a violent criminal. It was really hard to find work, and I survived as long as I could without money. I finally gave up and applied to welfare. I was not proud of it because one of my poor qualities is my sense of pride. I will starve before I go to a food bank. There are people who need food banks a lot more than I do. I actually was starving those few months.
My family had been on welfare once before when my father was in jail and my mother pregnant with my baby sister Stephanie. My family has never been poor-poor, but we always struggled to earn a living. I am a firm believer of earning what you make. But I was also going to school during the days.
So while my useless inner struggle was going on I did not realize what my room mate was doing. How could I, I had a new love in my life. Kyla King. Although she was kind of young, 17 going on 18 to be exact. But let me explain I met her at the bar Little Texas and assumed she was above the age of 19, and well it seems I did not find out for a bit. I was shocked at first but what do you do then? I was turning 24, and she was 17? Did age really matter? The last 17 year old I dated was a chick from Oshawa whose name I remember sometimes and forget others back in 2001 or so. I am sure Marzden will remember her, because I made him double date her best friend. He did take one for the team for that :P Much love and respect my friend. Anyways. I was in a steady relationship with her. But the funny thing was she would never hang out with me during the day. Every time I tried to make plans they would fall through. Our relationship began after 10 pm and would end in the morning with her going home.
She was a pretty thing though so I can not complain, and well my relationship with her was good. I do not think we ever fought.
Back to Jordie, it seems he had not been paying rent. I never really paid attention (stupidly) to his rent situation with the landlord. It seems he owned a lot of money and would never pay on time. He skipped out on me. And I my rent went back up to 700 dollars and I had his rent backlog of 1200 dollars to pay.
Marzden came into my life then, and decided to move back up to Belleville and stay with me and help me out. I got him set up with the community start up program and helped pay the rent until school started again. Unfortunately, he gets kind of swept away in the whole party scene too much and thinks with the wrong head and does not get his priorities straight all the time. But that is Marzden. But this is when Jeanne and Tim moved in also. My rent dropped to about 200 or so. Kyla and I broke up with a “I think we should break up,” and me saying “ok”. Marzden came and went. I spent my birthday alone, again. I got my OSAP and was good for another year of school. I was going to court for bullshit charges, and I got myself a good lawyer with legal aid. Jordie had bailed out on me and left me with a large debt in rent which I had to pay back. Tim and Jeanne moved into the spar room and I moved Marzden’s crap to the spare bed I had in my room. College was starting and I was ready for next year. I would experience another love, some loss, some stress and would look for my sanity.
posted by Michael Darling at Saturday, November 05, 2005
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