... and now from the "when it rains, it pours" file...

To set the stage of the little drama that occurred either last night or early this morning depending upon if a new day is determined by the Oh-Hundred hours (0.00hrs) or when one awakens in the morning.

We were at Renegades and my roommie was standing in the doorway to the patio. I'd look up at him and he'd step back inside, not saying a word. It was like a minute or two later then he did it again. Again almost like clockwork he did the same maneuver. All three times not saying a word. It reminded me of a broken cuckoo clock that went to the door but didn't announce anything.

I needed a refill of my coffee. A cheap elixir priced at a two for one deal of a buck
seventy-five. The cuckoo was again in the doorway as I approached.

"Excuse me." I said with my usual polite manner. The cuckoo remained, nearly blocking the door.
"Excuse ME" I stated again, with a bit more urgency as if to say in polite American English: 'get the FUCK out of my way'.

Once again, the dude just stood there. he didn't even acknowledge that I was standing there attempting to pass through the doorway. So naturally, I moved around him scraping my jacket on the door jam.

I got to the pool table when I and the rest of the bar heard, my roommie shout-

"Where's rent?"
"You told me that I had til the end of the month to pay my rent, that my car payment was most important." I snapped back, unsure as to why a dramatic exchange is happening.
"Do YOU have a recording of me saying that?"
I ignored that comment- please a fucking "recording"? I'm not with the NSA, I don't make recordings of conversations- yet with this guy I can see the 20/20 hindsight would've been to get his generosity in writing.
"You're so outta there" he shouts while leaving the bar.

"What the fuck was THAT all about?" I asked rhetorically. Big John the bartender piped up and said "I dunno, I've never seen him like that before." Neither had I and I lived with him since June 2k7.

I hate being caught off guard like that... I had to tell some of my friends what had just happened and if at all possible, find a sympathetic friend-space I can crash at
or at the very least a backyard I can pitch my tent in.

Damn! but when it rains, it so freaking pours!

No Job.
No Space.
Rapid drain on finances.
Got cellphone.
Got internet connectivity.
Got my car.
and
Some Day My Prince Will Come

So Sayeth Das Behr