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vengeance Sunday, October 19 1997
n the morning, Deya informed us that she'd recieved word from Ocean (who these days is her co-worker at Rebecca's Natural Foods) that we, the residents and guests of Kappa Mutha Fucka, were no longer permitted to go visit the Haunted House as a group unless one of its residents is there. Evidently Plan 9 Steve had been irritated by all the crank phone calls Sara had left on the Haunted House answering machine, and was further miffed to learn we'd been hanging out in the living room unchaparoned. For his part, Ocean told Deya that he'd actually found the answering messages amusing, but he went on to say "Gus gives me bad vibes." Of course, Sara and Jessika weren't about to let this salvo from the Haunted House stand unanswered. They vowed to exact vengeance. Such vows did nothing to please Matthew Hart, who says it's important for him that the "dip shit contingent" (as he calls Rory and friends) "not think that I care."
his afternoon and evening, Sara, Jessika, Deya and I went down to Scottsville to visit Sara's old cat, Stink, a big shaggy purebred Himalayan. Stink used to live in the Philadelphia area, was moved to Big Fun in early 1996, and, upon the demise of Big Fun in July, 1996, was relocated to the rural household of Deya's parents' to the west of Scottsville. Originally Sara had intentions of taking Stink back to Philadelphia, but of course she never did. Deya's parents renamed Stink "Monk" and had him castrated in hopes that he'd quit urinating everywhere, to little effect. Down VA route 20, "the Big Fun Road," we went past the historic yellow farmhouse that we used to shiver in, drink in, punk rock'n, tussin, love & hate. Jessika was appalled to see a couple shiny vehicles parked in front. How dare anyone live there after us! It was like seeing an old lover with someone unattractive and new.
Across the street at the Dollar Store, Sara bought a trashy romance novel from a book rack above a display of sexy intimate apparel.
At Deya's house, we drank coffee and talked with Deya's mother, Marianne, while the dogs shed their fur all over our black coats. I was amazed to see that Marianne had compiled a thick looseleaf binder consisting of local lore, much of it written by me. She says that a very early version of the Big Fun Glossary is kept in the archives of the Scottsville Library, where she works as a librarian.
I felt my sinuses growing congested throughout the day. It was a mild annoyance, one I could safely ignore.
ack in Charlottesville, Deya drove our contingent up 29 North to the K-Mart where supplies were purchased. I was the one actually going to the hardware section and tracking down the supplies while the girls stood around looking at a rack of intimate apparel. In Kappa Mutha Fucka, we spent the evening preparing for the assault. Precisely shaped holes were cut in pizza boxes to form short phrases: in-jokes, personal affronts, bouncings from me onto you because I'm made of rubber and you're made of glue. I was trying to cut a little "home wrecker" symbol, a house with a circle and slash over it. But I wasn't paying attention as I cut the outer circle around the design, which, when I'd completely encircled it, fell out uselessly onto the floor. But I didn't really feel the full effects of the DXM until I woke up from a nap on the couch. I think my neurology or circulation was completely out of whack for a bit, since for a considerable amount of time after the nap, I had an enormous and completely inexplicable erection.
hen the others had passed out, Deya and I had a very good little discussion about the tragedy and gradual miserable decline and fall of our romantic relationship. It should be odd that we're voluntarily living together in the same house in the aftermath of such an emotionally troubling series of incidents, and occasionally it is, but I really do enjoy living with her the vast majority of the time. We woke up Jessika at about 2am to go exact our vengeance against the dip shit contingent. We tried to wake up Sara so she could contribute, but she would not be moved. Under the cover of night, we delighted in petty juvenile vandalism.
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