Well, today's been one of those days I would prefer had not happened.
I feel really bad for Dirk. He and his mother were supposed to take his cat to get her shots. Then his mother tried to insist that Krisco join them. Of course, Dirk flat-out refused to go. His mother threatened to kick him out (as usual). Dragging Krisco by the wrist, Dirk stood in front of his mother and asked, "Which of us do you love more?"
There was no answer.
What kind of mother could be this way? It's not right. It's not human.
Ken called today....I really wish he wouldn't. He wanted to know if I would forward some stuff to Billy for him (Billy is one of Krisco's "friends"). I refused, of course, but told him that I might consider finding out Billy's address for him.
I found out more about Ken's girlfriend...her name's Whitney. She's much nicer than me (as if I ever aspired to niceness), and she understands him better than I ever could. In fact she's just like him, only criminally younger and female. She's also moving out of her house in a few days. Guess where she's moving: a cottage in her parents' back yard. She's a heavy drug user, and I think she's gotten Ken back into using, too.
But that's not what I found really amusing. He's put her in his new "band"....as bass player. He's teaching her how to play. This sounds eerily like our relationship. Whitney refused to attend practice tonight because she "didn't feel like it." Does lack of commitment describe her?
Ken says that she's already a better bassist than me...I doubt it. He also says that there won't be the same problems that broke up our band because they agreed that "even if they break up, Whitney won't date another band member." Hello, Ken!!! You're treating the symptoms, not the disease. I can tell this relationship's going to end up as badly as ours did. And he won't have anywhere left to run when it all blows up in his face. I wish him the best of luck.
Ken also fed me that bullshit he always tries to feed me: he and Dirk were meant to work together. Ken dreams that Dirk will see the error of his ways and move to North Carolina to be in a band with him. Fat chance, asshole. Dirk couldn't stop laughing when I told him about it. Of course, I'm not included in Ken's plans. It's my fault that the band broke up after all. Nah...it didn't have anything to do with the fact that Ken was/is/always will be a whining loser who's immature as hell and can't be professional about anything.
Dirk says that sometimes I'm too mean when I talk about Ken. I say that Dirk has no right to comment, since he doesn't have to talk on the phone with Ken every couple of weeks.