sailing in cape fear

so, you know, i am posting up at carla's yesterday, kicking it with her, when a frantic cody barges in. he's covered in dirt, like he just got off work and has a 1000 yard stare in his eyes.

"you guys seen eli? where is he?"

"the other day he called my girlfriend a bitch, then he went to the cops and told them 'cody is going to kill me'. this was before i even knew about what he said to kim. then that little piece of shit went to kim's work and told her manager she was harrassing him and asked what he was going to do about it, trying to get her fired. where's brandon?"

to which he aburptly left. also, grimm, his best dog, died the other day. he was on a chain, and tried to jump over a fence, hanging himself.

about a half hour later eli showed up at freedom. brandon challenged him and told him to get the fuck out of the store, that he is only going to cause problems by being in there. i told eli he should get the fuck out of town, because it's not like cody is going to just bump into him on the streets, and maybe talk things out. he's across the street of your house at three a.m. with a a skinhead army. he is under your bedroom window. he has his black nike gloves on.

on sunday night, smith and garrett were walking down school street. they saw eli's truck and heard a scuffle in the bushes. thinking it was eli and his girl brandy messing around, smith yelled something like, "hey you two, settle down." the response was an emphatic "eli, get the fuck off me." smith went over and grabbed eli by shirt collar and put him in a headlock. brandy dropped a fucking dog to eli's face.

this is an understatement. i am glad i am not eli.