What's he on about now?

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   Wednesday, October 15, 2003

HOME SWEET HOME?

Loooooove the new apartment, or maybe I should say old apartment, as the building was built in 1904. It's full of high ceilings, big wooden doors and grotty 'Barton Fink' charm. OK, 'Barton Fink' was a horror movie, but still...

Let's hope the credit check works out -- despite funnelling nearly everything I make into debt payments, my history is still lousy and the co-op I'm currently living in has never considered me a dream tenant. I hate being judged on one's history. I realize that most people have little else to go on (and it's an argument most war criminals must trot out often) but I still believe that what a person is currently doing means so much more than what they have done.

I've been a good boy, dammit, and I deserve a home (It's my new mantra)!

Jerry, by the way, took the news better than I thought, though it was easier to deliver after he started telling me that he called the guy in Seattle again. This is the 'friend' he's never met in person who broke off their friendship earlier this year yet has been hounded by phonecalls from Jerry seeking 'closure.' I used to be sympathetic but, by this point, I'm just wigged out by his refusal to accept that this married guy wants nothing to do with him anymore. "Are you in love with him?" I asked once. I got a furious denial.

When Jerry told me this weekend that he'd called him again anyway, I couldn't help but holler, "Are you freaking kidding?"
"What?" said Jerry, looking hurt.
"He's made it perfectly clear that he wants nothing to do with you," I sputtered, "What part of that is vague?"
"I'm only asking for a simple job reference," Jerry said, "A five-minute phone call. What's the big deal?"
I'll leave that for someone else to answer -- hopefully, I'll be home alone with a book in my hand, a CD on the stereo and tea on the stove.

Crossing my fingers.