The Weirdest Week Ever in my Life
A year ago, someone else I know kept telling me that I’ve had such a weird and interesting life and that there would be people who would be interested in reading about some of those things that I’ve experienced. Well, I never thought any of my life was all that special and considered pretty boring. But I’m writing a book these days in the hopes that someone will want to read about the weird shit in my life - Well, here’s one of those weird ass stories which I can add now to my life’s work... Enjoy
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Let me first talk about the Karma in my life and what it is.
I’ve always held the belief that what you give, Karma pays back three fold. If you give out negative feelings and do negative actions, then Karma will give you that negativity back three times as bad as you put out. The same goes for positive feelings and emotions - Karma will give you positivity three times as much as you put out.
Before 2012, I was pretty much an asshole and I did a lot of negative things. I spent the majority of my life being an asshole to the world and to those people around me and that’s exactly what I got back in life - tons of negativity and bad luck; Karma was always there at my side, throwing three times as much shit at me that I was giving out. And although some people think I’m bullshitting, in the summer of 2012, after being released from prison, something inside of me changed. Perhaps it was the fact that I awakened one morning and realized that it was time for the old me to go away and look at life and the universe in a new, more positive way. My therapists of course will take part of the credit for my change of attitude of course, along with the months upon months of one-on-one and group therapy, the medication I currently take and so forth. These days, I do my best to be the kind of person who is nice to be around, and who can be counted on and liked, and as I have been doing good and not bad things, and giving off positive emotions and feelings, Karma has been giving me a lot of good back. But from time to time, just to make sure that I remember she’s around, Karma likes to give me a thump on the back of the head to remind me I need to stay on my toes - and sometimes, Karma wags her index finger at me saying no, no, no!
I have now had three roommates in the past 18 months. My first roommate Gary, well - he acted more like a 10 year old than a man of 60, and would have childish fits and attempt to manipulate people in order to get what he wanted. He was also hooked on prescription drugs. Got him into rehab for 20 days and he simply never came back - He went off on his merry way and not to be heard from again. My next Roommate, Dan - he was at first a nice kid in his twenties. He lasted for about two months and wound up being an asshole - He tried getting away with not paying his rent and I had to kick him out.... And then about two weeks ago, my third roommate came to live with me. His name was Beau.
Now Beau was a pretty nice and normal kinda guy. He was always polite, called me sir, and cleaned up after himself. He worked nights and slept days and that was fine - I’ve taken to sleeping out on my sofa because of not being able to lie flat in order to breathe. So I gave him the bedroom. It looked like this was a pretty good match -
On the afternoon of Tuesday the the 3rd of October (yep, just a couple of days ago), he headed off to work as normal about one-thirty in the afternoon, saying his good-byes and such. The day went pretty normal for my life and I went to sleep early that night not even bothering to watch the news. I got up about one-thirty in the morning to go to the bathroom and had just gotten back to the living room, when the doorbell rang. Immediately, I assumed that it was Beau, coming home from work which he normally did about that time, and had forgotten his key or had lost it. It never occurred to me that he would’ve simply called me on the phone to open the door. So I head back downstairs and opened the door to find two State Troopers standing there in front of me. They identified themselves and asked me to identify myself which I did. They then proceeded to inform me that my roommate was dead.
Now at the time of this writing, the investigation into his death is still on-going, so they’re noting going to say one way or another if it was an accident, or if it was suicide. For those who live up and around my neck of the woods in the Pittsburgh area, you may have heard the reports of a man who was struck by a tanker truck in the south bound lanes on I-79 in Butler County on Tuesday night (To be honest, my mind is a clutter and I can’t remember if it was Tuesday or Wednesday- I think thats natural due to shock) - well, that was my roommate Beau. There are so many questions out there about this. First, I ask what the hell was he doing in that part of Butler County at ten o’clock at night when he was supposed to be in McKees Rocks at work??! Where was he coming from since it occurred in the south bound lane, coming into the city. Secondly, what was he doing on the road and his car parked along the shoulder? Had he broken down and was walking towards an exit? But then, why not just use his cell phone to call for help?
NOW COMES THE SPOOKY SHIT!
After the State Troopers had left, I went upstairs and into the room which Beau was renting from me. The Troopers had told me that they had little information to go on in locating a relative to notify the family, so I was in the room, looking through the meager belongings which Beau had moved in with - mainly clothes, a few books and not a whole lot more. Prior to living in the house with me, he’d been sleeping and living out of his car. Anyway - I was sitting on the bed, looking through the drawer of the nightstand hoping to find something with a relative’s name and number to give to the cops so the family could be contacted. Suddenly, across the room - the Television came on. Also, the cable box, which had been powered down (Turned off basically) also came on. (see the photo) - The TV is an old tube model and the only way it would turn on was if you physically pushed the on button or used the cable remote. The cable box could only be turned on with the remote. The remote was with the TV, on top of the cable box. Needless to say, that took me by surprise. That Tv has never just popped on of it’s own accord!
Now, yesterday was Thursday. In the morning I saw my therapist as I do each Thursday. When I got home about noon, I made lunch and relaxed a bit and then began bagging up Beau’s belongings to place into storage. I know it might sound ghoulish to a lot of people, but I need to get another roommate so I can make sure the bills were paid which means getting the room ready for rental again. Anyway, I spend the afternoon bagging up his stuff and moving it into the utility room to hold in case relatives are located and wanting it back. I changed the bed sheets, vacuumed, dusted, etc. Now I slept last night in the bed - I don’t get spooked easily as I’ve dealt with ghosts and spirits before (Oh, the stories I could tell and will one day) - I’ve always believed anyway that my house was haunted by benevolent spirits and as I always said, it’s not the dead you have to worry about, it’s the living! This morning, I got out of bed and made it - there was nothing on the bed afterwards and about noon, I walked into the bedroom to grab something, and discovered a photo laying half-tucked and sticking out from under the pillow. (See photo) - Grabbing it, I turned it face up and discovered it was a photo of Beau and his ex-girlfriend. How it got tucked under the pillow I have no clue! It wasn’t there this morning when I made the bed, and in fact, there was nothing left of Beau’s in the room as I had moved it all down into the utility room! (See photo). It’s enough to send shivers up yer back! Hahaha!
This is my life - every single day! Is it normal? For me it is I guess - kinda boring to be honest... Many of you however might see things a bit differently.....
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