The Search For Bang Bang, Part I

Status Report

Wearing: Thundercats shirt.

WinAmp is playing: More Human Than Human – White Zombie

Last ate: Chicken patty

Last round of masturbation: Three nights ago.

Entry Start Time: 7:55 PM

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

I didn’t sleep Saturday night. It wasn’t a staying up thing and then going to bed Sunday night or Monday morning. I got Kivudet sometime after 9 PM. Because that’s when he woke up. We got some tostidos, dip, romulan ale (blue raspberry soda for 99 cents, woo), and ice cream at the grocery store. And we played Testicle Rancher 3 on his PS2 until around 5:30 PM on Sunday. Not to mention the two and a half hours we spent feeding it my CD’s to see what characters we’d get. We even fed it some of my mom’s CD’s. I believe it was the Mormon Tabernacle Choir which gave us a Joker. The Joker’s such an ubercharacter that we couldn’t use him at the moment.

So yes, when I got up this morning at 6:20, I felt like I wanted to keep sleeping. Even though I went to bed just before 8 PM last night. I sat down at Lisa to help wake me up. Kivudet told me that despite his not wanting to go, he’s being dragged on that trip to Maine. When his girlfriend gets online, I gotta tell her.

I blasted White Zombie in The Van with the windows down to help the fog of unconsciousness wash off me. I pondered which way to get to work. So many ways to get there. MapQuest told me to take Sussex Turnpike into Morristown and catch 287. Driving around The Green makes me more uncomfortable than driving into (and out of) Newark Airport, so I’ve never done that. I couldn’t see myself driving on 287 every day. One of the guys I work with told me to take a different exit off 287. I tried that. You know how it is. He told me that I couldn’t get lost. I obviously didn’t turn onto the right road in the first place and ended up at 78. I checked mapquest to see where everything is, and discovered that it’s probably faster to just take 206 down and take 78 east.

So I was driving to work one day when I noticed that County Road 512 intersects 206. That road is right by where I work. I took it back one day. It was the same road, and obviously cut time off my travel, if only because the closer you get to 287 on 206, the more congusted it gets during rush hour. But yeah, I was on Route 512 going to work, passing through Peapack-Gladstone. I saw signs for the Municipal Court and was reminded of that nasty rumor that Bang Bang got a divorce.

I stopped by there after work, since I knew where it was. Nice complex. The one building houses the Municipal Court, Police, and Library. Found my way to Admin services, or whatever it’s called. Asked around. The response?

Apparently, they don’t have divorce records. County probably has them. But, they do have marriage records. Go figure. I also got told that divorce thingies might not be public information. Might. What do I think about Bang Bang? I really don’t know. It’s only a matter of time this summer before I show up at his house and knock. Every time I pass through Gladstone, I say to myself, “Bang. Bang. Bang Bang. Bang Bang Bruce.” Just like that. You should hear me say it, it’s amusing.

So I went back to The Van with the intention of going home. I put the key in the ignition and.. it didn’t go all the way. I’ve had this happen to me before. What happened? Out of curiosity, I put the key to the camry in there and it got jammed. The end of the key ended up breaking off, so… *laughs* My dad ended up calling Triple A, who called a locksmith. Who got out the piece of the key with a paperclip.

I knew enough not to try that stunt again. I fiddled with how I was putting the key in. I checked the gear. Checked the stearing wheel to see that it had locked. Gently rocked the van. Nothing. Maybe ten minutes passed. I thought to myself, “This has to be the best place to have this happen.” In a way. The police station was right there, so I figured heck, why not? I went back in the building and told one of the ladies working about my problem. I wasn’t expecting her to actually call a cop. *laughs*

I didn’t even get his name. He was nice. He seemed as perplexed as me. He called over a cop friend of his and he tried. *laughs* Hey, it was worth a shot. I don’t really understand why people fear the police. They’re just people trying to do a job, just like everybody else. Of course, these are small town cops. I remember the cop that pulled me over the first time. I was speeding, and he let me go. AND, I didn’t give him my insurance card. It was in there, I was just unsure whether it was it. He let me go. I think he let me go because I lived in the same town.

The cop lent me his cell phone and I called home. Because I don’t know my dad’s work number. People seem to assume I should know it. Dad said he’d call Triple A, and if not, he’d come down himself. I waited, as expected. Ate the second half of my Grilled Beef Turkey and Cheddar from Blimpies, so it wouldn’t go bad. (I LOVE THAT THING, MMM, CREAMMYPANTS) Drank the water bottle I always keep in the car for emergencies. Filled it up twice at the water fountain in the building. Dad came. He fiddled and was about as perplexed as me. The only thing he did that I didn’t was get behind the van and really rock it. Did that do anything? Beats me, but he did eventually get the key in. Started it up. Turned it off. Pulled it out. And, what do you know? It still didn’t want to go in. I got my key out and tried my luck. I noticed I had to really angle it to get it in. I did a circle in the parking lot in the hopes it would rock the thing into place. Nope, still as anal.

Called back Triple A to tell them that we didn’t need them. Drove home. I beat Dad by around five minutes. He took 512 to 206 and came back. I went straight on this road instead of going left onto 512, which eventually turns into Old Chester Road. (Which hits 206) The key came out cleanly, as usual. And it still doesn’t want to go IN cleanly.

Addendum: I explained to my dad why I was where I was. He said that people will exaggerate and that you can’t take people at face value. I told him that he doesn’t understand what it’s like. I think he’s more thinking about people blatantly lying about themselves. But, in a way, he’s right. Sometimes, we exaggerate things, if only to try and convince ourselves, let alone others. It’s hard to tell. If you take everybody at face value, then they’ll come back and say, “There’s more to me than that.” If you assume everybody fudges a little, then they can come back and say, “You don’t believe me at all, do you?” I still say someone should do a case study on Open Diary for Human Behavior.