Epic Woe – Part II
To read Part I, please click here.
So, like I said, Roscoe was not amused with Carla and I’s innocent comments to one another. But why should I care? Well, let me tell you a little about Roscoe (and another future player in this epic tale of woe).
One night, me and some of my coworkers from the bookstore went to a coworker’s apartment for a night of, well, serious drinking. Carla, who was drinking Malibu Rum straight from the bottle, was in a partial embrace with another coworker of ours named Julian. Julian had been chugging Budweiser pounders and was muttering half-baked ideas about life and art. Now, despite the fact that Carla was dating Roscoe and that Julian was engaged, Julian decided to plant a kiss on Carla and slip her some tongue. Carla was shocked and appalled.
Within a few days time, Roscoe found out about the kissing incident and made a surprise visit to the bookstore (Carla was at home; Julian was working). Roscoe approached Julian in the kids’ area, grabbed him by the throat, pressed him against a flimsy prop tree, and smacked Julian around a bit about the face.
Now, I generally like to live my life with the least amount of face beatings as possible, so I stopped writing comments on Carla’s MySpace page. In the meantime, Roscoe got a job working on a film in Canada and was to be away for a few months. Carla quickly forgave Roscoe for beating up Julian, and everything was fine between them. That is until a Canadian girl named Dawn started leaving comments on Roscoe’s MySpace page.
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“the least amount of face beatings as possible”
You really like that line, don’t you? Well, who doesn’t try to avoid face beatings? If there is such a man (or woman) who likes them, I’d like to meet that person, shake their hand, and then beat their face.