Last night I was awakened by a phone call at 3 in the morning. The last time some one called me at that time was 12 years ago, it was my sister calling to tell me that my mother was dead. I take that back, I got a similar call about 7 years ago. It was from a friend of mine who got thrown in jail, and he needed some one to bail him out..I don't have to draw a picture, late night phone calls when your old? Not good! On the other hand, late night phone calls when your young? A lot of times those can be very fun!
"Ring, Ring, Ring" I'm a pretty heavy sleeper, but for some reason or another I was quick to awake when I heard my phone ringing. I took a moment to gather myself, and then I looked at my alarm clock. It read 3:21 AM. The first thing that went through my mind? Something has happened to grandma or dad or uncle Ned. It was my sister, and she was going to break the news to me. I grabbed the phone off my dresser and immediately looked at my caller ID. Imagine my relief when I saw it was my friend Roxy calling. I gave it a moment to let my heart stop racing, and then I answered the phone.."Roxy what is going on? Why are you calling me at this hour? Are you OK?" After my statement, I could hear what sounded like a person crying.."Roxy what's going on?"
"Rob, I didn't know who else to call. I just needed someone to talk to. I caught Steve with another girl. He told me that I was his one and only, and we agreed that we would be faithful to each other. We started arguing and he slapped me. I told him that I was going to call the police, and he said that he would kill me if I did." Domestic violence is a huge issue in Las Vegas..Anyone who reads my blog is familiar with the Roxy story. She's the epitome of a 'Vegas girl'..The problem with girls like her? She wants the dangerous guy, the guy with money..Ultimately, a lot of them pay a price for their decision.."Where is Steve now? Is he still there?" Her reply: "He left after I told him I was calling the police." Me: "Did you call the police?" Roxy: "No, I don't want them involved, I just wanted to get rid of him. I never want to see that asshole again." OK, it seemed like she was in good shape for the time being, so I asked her why she called me.."Rob can you come over? I don't feel like being alone."
Under normal circumstances, if a girl like Roxy told me to come over, I would have been their in a flash. Now, since I'm an older, wiser version of my once reckless self. I took a moment to summarize her request..Example: A few weeks ago, a jilted ex showed up at his wife's house in Las Vegas. She was with her new boyfriend, and it didn't play well. The ex ended up shooting his wife and her boyfriend. Believe it or not, stories like that are common place in Las Vegas..I've stated in previous posts. It's always the dumb shit, white guy from Kansas who ends up getting shot trying to play the good Samaritan, and I didn't want to be that guy..So as hard as it was, I politely declined her request..I tried to call her this morning, but she didn't answer. My guess? She's sleeping it off, and things will be OK..
I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day.."The girls in Las Vegas are unbelievable in their appearance! As much as I like to dwell on it, a guy still has to think with his big head and not his little one! If you let the little head take over your thought process? No matter how tempting it is! It's a good way to find yourself staring down the barrel of a phycho ex's 45, and that thought doesn't resonate to well with me."
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