So you think there are some scary rock stars out there, guys who put on some pretty badass shock rock shows...
There is, to this day, nothing more downright creepy than Alice Cooper's performance of "Welcome to my Nightmare" with the Muppets.
To watch the YouTube clip, click here or the image (at left).
Alrighty then...on with this random-ass tale of yet more drama here in Oxford Fucking Ohio... I'll finish the other tale sometime this week - the Richmond incident and the following explanation of a rather fucked Halloween are somewhat related (hint - this is the other side to the Love Triangle thing explained in an earlier post...)
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If you witnessed tonight's events here in Oxford, in the ZenFo Pro's favorite watering hole, well, you enjoyed some interesting dinner theatre, courtesy of a gentleman I did indeed wrong and a woman who, well, also wronged both of us.
Thanks so much to two readers, two very sweet hard sciences majors, who literally followed me home to make sure I was doing okay emotionally - and bought me two shots at another bar to "cheer me up."
Sometimes, having this blog can be a good thing. There are worse things, I guess, than having two gorgeous young women in "pirate wench" costumes follow one home to make sure a guy they IM occasionally, who they only know as a Profile pic and a nifty CSS, is doing okay. And, well, I rarely turn down free drinks paid for with financial aid money.
[Private note to one of the women: Yes, I did notice the nipple slip, chica. I tried to not look, but, well...I'm a guy. I have a blog. I don't get out much. And I promised your friend that I'd be man enough to admit that here publicly. If a boob falls out, I'm gonna look. It was a nice nipple, really :) ]
As I told these two women, and I'm posting now, I'm an old hat at being the Other Man. It's not something I'm proud of, but, well, I think it must say a lot about the rules of attraction when a friggin' librarian ends up going home with your girlfriend (who said librarian did have sincere feelings for, btw), will let you vent frustrations, and will even refuse to lie about some half-truths.
One of the things I've learned is that there is something to be said for integrity of one's own heart, even when one fucks up. One must always be willing to say, yeah, I'm sorry you were hurt, to take responsibility for their own actions while refusing to take responsibilities for the choices of others.
I've had situations such as this go much, much worse. I've been confronted by Canadians wielding firearms, ready to blow my head off for actually believing a woman when she told me she was marrying the guy for illegitimate reasons. I've been threatened by gang members for flirting with their "Old Ladies" and "bitches" in three fucking time zones.
As the gentleman who was wronged weeks ago stated succinctly tonight, well, I do indeed have some big balls on me. And, in all honesty, for the gentleman in question to confront me honestly, to quit playing childish games and cut through the machismo long enough to accept that, well, two people can be played by the same person.
There was no violence, no petty cliche fistfights, despite (probably) both of us being ready to have at it in a crowded bar. That's a testament to both of our having some rather big balls.
I will not lie for anyone, not even a jilted lover, not even if it means their relationship will end. We all make our choices in life; sometimes, the choice matters less than our willingness to accept the consequences.
And, well, I'm feeling more at peace than I've felt in a long time. These things never end smoothly, but, well...yeah.
I was the librarian known for going home with, well, attached women, was being the operative word here.
Non-Oxford-Fucking-Ohio readers, well, ya'll apparently missed one hell of a pissing contest tonight.