The Call

I saw Jeff for the first time since the blunder. We talked. He was probably nicer than he should have been. I fucking cried like always. He said he wanted to charge me. $150 blunder. Should have been more but i know he is taking into consideration my poverty. 

Is this really who you are? 

You thought about the knife again. But you just imagined pressing it into your arm. 

The feeling subsided by the time I got home. 

Jeff told me he was going to talk with his mom about calling the police on the neighbor tonight. I hate that everything is so fucking difficult for Jeff. He can't complain about a noisy, piece of shit neighbor without having a conference with his mom in secret because his dad is a baby. 

So I drove one street over and called the cops. I did it for him. I asked him later how his talk with his mom went and he said he had something to tell me... man, I hope it's some good news for him. I hope the cops actually went and shut down the party.

He said "I love you" after I said it tonight. He hasn't been typing it on the ps though