Entry 45

Today was the anniversary of Betty's death. One year since she went to heaven. I stared at the picture and wept.

"I miss you angel.  Wait for me in heaven will you,"  I said to myself and then put my head in my hands.

"How do you know she went to heaven? She's a looker, she probably went to Hell." George said from the doorway. 

"Oh, George, I didn't realize that you were there, I'm sorry, I'm a little out of it because of the anniversary of my wife's death."

"I got something for you Old Man." George unrolled a poster. It contained a variety of old movie stills with an announcement sprawled across the top:

'GEORGE & GRACIE - One Night Only, performed by our community's very own volunteers'

He then grabbed my arm and gave me a big grin, "You see Troy, you can ask one of the local girls to the show and that will get your mind off of your wife."

I immediately ripped the poster in half and yelled at him,

"Do you have no sensitivity? I'm not taking another girl on a date on my wife's anniversary!"

He didn't care, "Suit yourself, I've got three birds that are dying to go out with me. One of them looks like her life insurance is worth a pretty penny."

I broke down sobbing.

George then did something very strange. He punched a hole in the wall.

Day 45 - Post 18 - Trouble Trouble Trouble

Do you remember when I told you about my letter to Ambassador Patterson?  Well, he came to my home today to directly respond to that correspondence and some other matters. Not pleasant.

Ambassador Patterson barged into the house with three of his diplomatic security guards. They started roughing up our place, going through the drawers and basically all of our stuff.

"What are you doing!" I yelled.

He smacked me and then said, "Shut it Tim, I'm the law here and we got business with you!"

I started crying. I don't like getting slapped. 

He smacked me again.

"Why are you smacking me?"  I cried.

"I don't know, I just thought it might calm you down. My apologies, I'm not very diplomatic." He responded.

"But you are a diplomat!" I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Actually no. I was appointed by the President because I was one of his favorite golf caddies. I hate this job, and I hate trolls like you that promote terrorism."

The ambassador then sat down.

"Is it possible by the way to get some tea" He inquired from Jill.

"Oh certainly your honor, what would you like?" Jill asked.

"Mint please"

"Coming right up," Jill said perkily.

"Why are you doing this? What are you looking for?" I asked again.

"We are searching for more information about your daughter Patricia, we suspect she runs with the Sunshine Lollipop Terrorist group."

Then the Ambassador pulled out a file with a picture of Patricia and 4 Arab men.

I was shocked.

"That's Bethany with her friends Nick, Howie, Brian and A.J, how do you have that?"

Boom

Entry 44 - Group Therapy

Today was group therapy. Below is my account. I believe after today I am going to put in a request for anti-depressants.
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The group assembled in a semi-circle, all the usual players were there -

George - the war veteran who hated everyone

Tyrone - an annoying body building control freak

Pierre - the recent pharmaceutical retiree

Estel - a frightening creature with a wicked smile on her face