True Story©… The Neverending Little Big Ordeal
For someone whose lifestyle is prone to
misadventures that the two of you come here every Thursday to enjoy, it only
stands to reason that I live in a constant existential fear that some
small-at-the-time bullshit that I did months – YEARS – ago will one day come
back and bite me on the ass.
Wait…
Y’all
remember the time I tried to make a movie?
What about now?
Welcome
back.
So last week Tuesday or Wednesday, I am
pretty sure it was Tuesday. I was walking Thunder on my lunch break during a commercial
break while Judge Jerry was on. A car comfortably comes to a stop in front of my
house, in stark contrast to the screeching halt I normally witness when I am about to be accosted. A midget little person
climbs down and toddles over to me. I
stop him as he gets inside of about leash distance but still not close enough
to touch my dog, “I’m isolating from
close contact with SIX people who tested positive last week, might want to stop
there.” and his approached stopped where he was.
Me: “Can I help you?”
Him: “… you don’t know me, but--…”
Me: “Of course I don’t.”
Him: “Almost four years ago, early in 2017, you recruited me and some people
like me to be in a movie you were making.”
Me: “Movie… Movie… OH SHIT, THE FIRE!”
Him: “Yeah, the fighting and the fire.”
Me: “Look man, I told the insurance company that I didn’t make any money on
that. They were in contact with my
lawyers and everyth--…”
Him: “No, no. I am not here for your
money.”
Me: “Good, ‘cause I’aint got none.”
Him: “In the rubble of the burned out building, they found the film footage
that you were able to get.”
Me: “What the FUCK!? I couldn’t even
get that. Sorry, keep going.”
Him: “Well. Given that the insurance
company had paid out a claim on the property, they basically owned what
remained after the owner cleaned out their stuff and collected the claim.”
Me: “Makes sense.”
Him: “Well, the owner left the burned out cameras with your memory cards.”
Me: “Okay?”
Him: “Well, they turned it over to their investigators.”
Me: “Oh shit.”
Him: “Right!”
Me: “So now what?”
Him: “Well apparently they had already been to court with you over it all
and you were earnest, if unlucky, in what happened that day so you remain in
the clear.”
Me: “Good, ‘cause I’aint got no money.
What next?”
Him: “Well that is where I come in.”
Me: “How so? And how the fuck do you
people keep finding my house!?”
Him: “What do you mean ‘you people’?”
Me: “Nevermind.”
Him: “Well. Subrogation begins and
they analyzed the footage.”
Me: “I want this footage.”
Him: “They analyzed the footage to make sure you told the story accurately
and to see WHO started the fight.”
Me: “A little person started the fight, I told them that!”
Him: “They also wanted insight as to who or what started the fire.”
Me: “I repeat--…”
Him: “Well that is where I come in.”
Me: “Y-YOU started the fight and the fire?”
Him: “Yes… Well, no. I was provoked, and I threw the first punch.”
Me: “And they got this on tape?”
Him: “Unfortunately, yes.”
Me: “GOD, I want this footage!”
Him: “…”
Me: “And the fire?”
Him: “It wasn’t on purpose! I came
back with a cigarette and tried to burn the guy I had been fighting. He flinched and it got knocked onto the bar,
where it startled a woman who knocked it behind the bar, where it landed on a
box of glasses while the bartender was looking the other way and--…”
Me: “The fuck is this, looney toons?”
Him: “… that is when the fire started.
Because I started – and then escalated – the fight, I received papers
that I am now being sued.”
Me: “I’m broke and thankfully innocent.
What am I supposed to do? I
should be suing your ass myself!”
Him: “Look, I’m sorry. You’re a
writer though. I was hoping you had
something cooked up for me to get away.”
Me: “Like ‘get away with it’ or ‘get the fuck away’?”
Him: “Whichever can be conveniently achieved, I guess?”
Me: “Gotta wife?”
Him: “No”
Me: “Kids?”
Him: “No”
Me: “Family?”
Him: “My parents never had another kid after I was born and always blamed me
for it. I haven’t talked to them since I
left.”
Me: “Job?”
Him: “Yes”
Me: “With benefits?”
Him: “Thank goodness.”
Me: “Is that car paid for?”
Him: “Yes”
Me: “Okay, go to work tomorrow, today if you can.”
Him: “Why?”
Me: “Get yourself fired on the spot.”
Him: “What?”
Me: “Grab a titty, tell a manager to perform some kind of act on you. Anything to be let go on the spot.”
Him: “Why?”
Me: “Because it is early in the week.
They will have your separation paperwork handled by Friday. On Friday, you call your 401k company and
cash it out. Pack up your shit while you wait on them to
get the money to you.”
Him: “…”
Me: “Once the cash hits your bank account, go to the bank and withdraw it
all, STRAIGHT cash. Tell them it is to
buy a car and convert it for your condition or some shit like that.”
Him: “…”
Me: “Go buy a burner phone – in fact, send a kid inside the store to buy it
– pay ONLY in cash, never with your debit card.
Turn your own phone off and don’t turn it back on.”
Him: “Wow.”
Me: “Get in your car and drive to Miami.”
Him: “Miami, why?”
Me: “Again, only pay for gas on the way in cash. Don’t turn your old phone back on at all.”
Him: “This is nuts.”
Me: “When you get to Miami, find one of those Jamaican-sounding guys – he will
likely be Bahamian and that is for the better.”
Him: “WHAT!?”
Me: “Stop interrupting me. A Cuban will
work for this also. Negotiate a fair
price for him to transport you off the radar to The Bahamas or Cuba. You don’t wanna go to Haiti or The Dominican.”
Him: “But--…”
Me: “You should have enough in your 401k to cover the trip, and to set yourself
up with somewhere to live when you get there while you get settled and learn Spanish
or patois.”
Him: “You’re insane.”
Me: “Heard that before.”
Him: “And then what?”
Me: “You douse the car in kerosene and torch it so whomever might be
looking for you suspects foul play.”
Him: “No, I mean what the hell do I do when I get there?”
Me: “You get a fucking tan and be Cuban or Bahamian for the remainder of your days, you do odd jobs and get paid in cash and live off the radar.”
Him: “Umm…”
Me: “Just disappear!”
Him: “I’m leaving. You’re fuckin’
crazy.”
Me: “Look, I once tried to freestyle a movie with midg--… little people, you came to me for advice, and
I am somehow the crazy one?”
Him: “You have a point.”
Me: “Right… I strongly suggest you
retain the best lawyer you can afford and face this as best you can.”
He thanked me for my time and climbed back
into his car and left. I had impressed
myself with my ability to cook up the plan to disappear while talking to a
total stranger who MIGHT have been sent to me by the FBI agent who has been
secretly here reading my criminal manifesto for the last several years.
Since I hadn’t thought in the moment to ask
or really care where he worked, I cannot be sure that he took my advice or if
he wrote it off to me bullshitting him.
As ever, I stayed on Google and Facebook for the rest of the week/end and this
week to see if anyone discussed what I had suggested having taken place. I have spent this week searching to see if
anything had happened with a car getting random-assedly torched in/around Miami. The only thing those searches returned was
episode recaps of Burn Notice.
[Phlip
Note: I think I’mma watch
Burn Notice this weekend]
I’m hoping that my lack of information
found on anyone attempting this shit serves as redemption in the fact that perhaps
people aren’t all the way stupid enough to try some shit like that.
But let’s be honest, we’re ALL hoping to see some shit like this on the news
sometime soon though, aren’t we?
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