This week couldn't get any worse for me. I swear God must be punishing me for something I did when I was a younger. (I apologized to my brother for pushing him off of the back deck a long time ago. He forgave me for his broken arm, why can't you?)
Anyways, you're probably wondering what went down at the IHSA meeting earlier today. Well, I can't tell you. I was ordered not to talk about the details of the incident past last night, so what I heard in the meeting must remain a mystery. I apologize.
But I CAN tell you what happend before that... which I found more interesting anyways.
I work at an Advertising Agency. My ex-girlfriend always used to tell me that I was like Superman: An average Joe by day, and a referee by night, only without superpowers. I take exception to this: I can stop time. She never laughed when I told her that.
Back to the story: I left work at ten, to perform as my alter-ego character. I had to drive all the way downtown, and as usual, I got to the office absurdly early. I had over an hour to waste, so I went to the Starbucks across the street. I bought a coffee and a newspaper, even though I didn't want either. I justed didn't want to look like an outsider (I heard it's a federal offense to not look trendy in a Starbucks).
So I was thumbing through the Sports section (See page 2E for the recap of the brawl) when I saw a familiar face. Now I can't confirm it, but I am 99% sure it is the same gorilla that gave me my current black eye. I looked up from my paper and spotted him sitting alone about 6 tables away.
He was looking at a paper of his own, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that he kept looking at me. I tried to act as though I didn't care that he was there, but honestly, I was terrified. I sat there for thirty minutes sweating bullets and hiding behind my paper before he folded up his own and walked out.
So I don't really know what to make of all of this. I am only 22 years old and I'm just not ready to take on a stalker in my life. But it's a small world and I guess there are such things as coincidences. But coincidene or not, don't think for a second that I wasn't looking in my rear view mirror the whole drive home.
I might be a paranoid loser, but I'm alright with that. Better safe than sorry. Until tommorrow.