today the parents left for the gilroy garlic festival. i remember passing gilroy once i think, on the way to san fransisco and there were lots of stinky fields but it's all a distant memory. i have a list of things to do today, none involving garlic- some being basics like laundry and kitchen drawer organization. i was going to apply to be an "extra" today, but i went aw, man. how much do i not want to do that today. (you lazy sob.) at least i organized my bills, did some calc-ulating to see when the money must come or hell- fire and bill collectors. for instance, cingular, pretty hard core apparently. i was only one bill behind and come yesterday i was already getting a VM about "some issues" with my "account"... right.
so yesterday- let me try to lay this out simply... my dad had to go to small claims court bcs his "friend" of 25+ years decided to take him to court. my dad used to have to go to court all the time when he worked for mercedes- he's got testifying "down"... dad sells jack all the car parts in the yard. jack and sam (friends with jack for 35+ years) pick up the parts from the house over a period of 3 months. deal is closed. jack makes payments, jack is late on payments, stops payments... 1 year after the fact dad finds more parts. jack gets mad. dad actually tries to reconcile. their friends mediate. jack refuses. agrees. refuses again. jack thinks he's entitled to the parts. we didn't think so, jack's lawyer friend didn't think so. sam, ben and some other guy didn't think so and neither, apparently, did the judge... jack couldn't explain why he was entitled to the parts either and why he sacrificed his friendship on the alter of greed, and has put in jeopardy the friendships of at least 2 other guys, who might as well be brothers. i can only assume 1 of 2 things: insane or under the devil's thrall... this is one of those cases where "why" is screamed from the rooftops... it actually makes my heart hurt over how sad it is. my dad said, it's like i said, we all tried to tell jack he was wearing a dress but he wouldn't listen and then the judge ruled he was wearing a dress and then he had to listen.
errr? dress? it still doesn't answer the why. but somehow i imagine it with polka-dots.
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