I remember a lot of random crap whilst trying to sleep. since the sleep part hasn’t been working, I thought i’d share one of these long forgotten memories, since it’s a really quite surprising one. it came out of nowhere tonight; i’d forgotten all about it. probably blocked it, since it involves my schizophrenic ex-husband. it was actually the first sign I noticed that he was slowly going insane.
well, it took place in South Dakota, right after he’d been smashed to a quivering pulp and right before we relocated to Minnesota. a friend of ours came over, a ragamuffin safety-pin’d punk named Jeremy, and he brought a friend of his; I can’t remember his name as this was the first and last time I ever met him. it was early morning and everyone was drunk and/or high. we’d burned a pizza to a shrivelled black piece of cardboard which x still ate. we also, at some point, walked down to the McDonald’s and through the drivethrough, since the restaurant itself was closed.
so. x was in one corner talking with Jeremy and I was in another, humouring the new boy. suddenly x jumped up, enraged, dragged newboy away from me and started waling on him while shouting over&over something I can’t really remember. I know it was that he thought newboy was hitting on me, though. anyway newboy was terrified and cowering, flailing his arms about in an attempt to defend himself, obviously had no idea what was going on. I jumped up and grabbed x’s arm, telling him to stop, and newboy took this opportunity to scramble towards the door. x shoved me aside and took off after him, catching him just at the door and punching him several times in the head. I felt simply awful for poor newboy and absolutely baffled, nothing like this had ever happened before. anyway I leapt forward and again grabbed x, and again newboy got away.. promptly sprinting down the hall. x turned around, and, quite shockingly, violently kicked me, in the stomach, away from him.
Jeremy, during all this, had been sitting in the same corner, simply watching. at this, he shouted “whoa, man,” jumped up and ran over. I was sitting where i’d fallen, x had run out after newboy. Jeremy went to help me up but I shook my head; he asked if I was okay, then took off after x. I stayed where I was and actually fell asleep there. when x and Jeremy came back, I learned that x had caught up with newboy and resumed beating him. when Jeremy arrived, newboy cried out to him for help. I can’t remember what happened, but i’ve the feeling Jeremy had helped x, instead.
an hour or two later two police officers arrived. I was very amused to realise one of them was the cop who’d questioned me the night x was beaten. he questioned me again, I remember telling him what had happened. he asked me about the baton, to which my exact reply was, “I hadn’t realised there was one involved.” I think it amazing I remember that so clearly. anyway they took newboy’s backpack and left.
they returned the next day, saying newboy was missing some things from his backpack, and could they search the apartment. we had pot hidden under the mattress! so, so they wouldn’t look under it, I sat on it and hoped they wouldn’t ask me to move. they didn’t. they did, however, find a bag of seeds we’d forgotten all about, and a syringe. x denied knowledge of both of these, and in fact implicated newboy. he didn’t just say newboy brought and forgot these items, though. he actually accused newboy of planting them in an attempt to frame us. what stupidity. I wonder at what point newboy was supposed to have done this; when we were all amicably chatting or when he was fighting to defend his life?
in any case, they just confiscated them and let us off. they found newboy’s missing mini-baseball bat, which x had stolen from the backpack between returning from bashing newboy and the police coming up the first time. they didn’t, however, find a flowered porcelain jewelrybox which newboy had also claimed missing, which x had not stolen and no one remembered ever seeing at all.
a couple days later we left. the whole incident hadn’t really upset me, although I remember thinking it rather odd that x spent the next day or so mad at me, for hindering him, and that he thought his actions, down to booting me in the gut across the room, completely rational.