they are enterprising, full of energy and vitality.
Versatile, adventurous and eager to expand their range
beyond the comfortable and familiar.
They enjoy travel and exploring, and their minds are
continually searching for new experiences.
They failed to mention the fact that we are capricious, overly curious and prone to land in a predicament.
A very good friend of mine and myself used to always attend a membership only dance club so we pretty much saw the same people every weekend. That said, even though it was an adult aged only club the members seemed to be rather childish. There was always the obligatory warnings about who had herpes and who was the biggest whore. Everyone knew every one's business or made it up as they went.
There was one guy there that everyone of course knew, but no one really talked about. I found this strange as only thing I had ever heard about him was his name and that he was in a local band that had reached a tiny, minute amount of local recognition. They played his music at the dance club and everyone would act as if it was their favourite song.
For the sake of the story I will simply call him Adolph. I will also withhold from describing him in any detail other than to say he was strange looking, short and always looked grumpy.
He was not attractive really. My friend and I would muse at his growing bald spot that seemed worse weekly, on the back of his head that he didn't seem to notice. (He could have covered it, can't tell you how but he could have.) Anyway he had this habit of walking up to people, standing rather close and stare them right in the face with a menacing look.
It was as if he would scowl at you. His eyes would go all squinty and his mouth would purse. Then he would simply walk away without a word to do the same to another person.
He did this to my friend and me so many times it started to piss her off. She was certainly the type to get in some one's face if she was annoyed enough. I asked her to let me handle it this time.
I walked right up to him at the bar and did the same thing to him. I got real close to him and stared right at him. To my surprise he simply smiled and said hello. He laughed a little and asked me if I wanted a drink. I never accept drinks from strangers and in fact, don't drink alcohol anyway.
I asked him why he walks around staring down people.
Adolph: I didn't realise you would call it staring down.
Me: Well you look like you want to eat faces.
Adolph: Oh do I? I didn't realise. See, I am extremely near sighted so when I am looking for someone I really have to get close to people and try to focus to be able to see who they are. It is pretty dark in here you know.
Me: Why don't you try glasses?
Adolph: I have glasses but they look nerdy. They are very thick.
Me: What about contacts?
Adolph: I wear them when I can. I have sensitive eyes.
Me: Whatever.
Adolph: I am serious.
Me: Yeah ok. Well since you won't be able to see me, I am going to walk away now.
I returned to my friend to tell her what happened. She didn't buy it any more than I did. She wanted to go get him, but I told her to forget about it. He was a knob and not worth her genius.
Anyway it came about that my friend and I were going through a little "issue". It was nothing big but we were both messing about on each other. So I decided to go make nice with Adolph to piss her off. (She was doing the same with someone I loathed.)
So Adolph and I started to talk. It was nothing really, as I said he was not attractive. It was just a little hanging out at the club and he walked me home a few times. He tried to get up to my place with many ruses but I didn't fall for any of them. Then he tried to get me into his place when I would drive him home. He said he was a cat lover with many cats and wanted me to "meet" them. He would tell me all these stories about his cats. It was a little much for me to believe a man that looked like he did and at his age would be that "old lady with cats" type person. One day, I must have been bored or retarded and I agreed to go to meet these cats he talked so much about.
It turned out he did indeed have many cats. Big huge fat cats that seemed rather happy and lethargic. However, there was something rather disturbing about his house. At first I couldn't quite put my finger on it. He tried to get me to drink some weird drink that he had opened out of sight from me. Supposedly it was an energy drink from some strange place that he thought was pretty good. However, he opened it out of my sight so therefore I wouldn't touch it.
I wasn't born yesterday.
So we sat on his couch and he let me know that my refusal of the drink was bothering him.
Adolph: Come on drink up. I hate to drink alone.
Me: Yeah about that. I am not thirsty.
I started to get weirded out. Why were there all these surgical tools displayed on the wall behind me?
He claimed to work in surgery and that he had pinched the tools from work. He showed me some of his very favourites. Talking about it lovingly and in an animated sort of way that seemed to imply he was a little bit obsessed with such things.
Then I noticed the row of novels under his television. All of them had something to do with WWII. He explained to me the curiosity he had for the war. He explained to me that he was born in Germany to an American military family. Somehow this was supposed to explain his obvious infatuation with the situations surrounding the war. One would think that this was no big deal, and it wouldn't be, had it not been for the many other things spotted around his house. That and the instinctively bad feelings I was experiencing.
He got up to go get himself another drink. As he was out of the room one of his many cats opened his bedroom door. From where I was sitting, I could see all the way into his room. Above his bed hung a swastika flag just like the Nazis flew. There was also some hand painted portrait of what looked like Hitler. Things became really clear to me at this point.
I remembered when we talked about religion in my car. He had asked what religion my parents were and when I told him Jewish, he had gone quiet. It all made sense, except for what I was doing in his house.
I jumped up and put my coat on. He returned to the room and noticed his bedroom door was open. He went calmly to close it and asked what I was doing.
Me: I got to go home. It is late and I am tired.
Adolph: Well are you sure. I thought maybe we....
Me: No I need to go to bed now.
Adolph: What is it?
Me: What?
Adolph: What is it?
Me: I am tired.
I went for the door and grasped the handle, however the door wouldn't budge. The door was painted black and there were no lights around it for me to see why I couldn't open it.
He came over and placed himself between me and the door.
Adolph: You really want to go already?
Me: Just open the door. (I now had my cell phone out.)
He opened the door and I calmly walked to my car. I was very aware that his eyes were burning a hole in my back but I didn't care. After this event he immortalised our hanging out together by a huge shit talking on his blog. He wrote something about how he was sorry to ruin my plans....
I had plans? I wasn't aware I had any plans other than to piss my friend off by being seen with him at the club. I had already accomplished this and he was no longer required. He was just angry that whatever crazy shit he intended did not happen. So if there were any plans they were his, and I was the one to ruin them. Later I found out that he was sleeping with this dancer at the peepshow. This dancer was a mainlining junkie who not only was usually half out of it, but was one of those warned about being diseased at the member club.
One night we worked together she had called him on her cell and was talking to him. Apparently he knew I worked there and we were working together. She asked me to get on the phone with him for some reason.
Adolph: Hello
Me: Do I know you?
Adolph: Yeah you don't remember?
Me: Oh yeah, you are the weird Nazi freak.
Then I handed the phone back to her and got back in my box. About a year later I saw him at the club and he had changed his hair. His balding spot was now less visible because apparently it had been set on fire somehow.... He seemed to want to talk to me but I just walked away. I hear of his new band booking shows and some friends of mine who weren't in that area said they saw the band. I just say I don't like the band and that is that....
*It is worth to mention that in no way did he appear as you would typically think a Nazi lover would look like. He was not a skinhead and did not appear with such people. He also didn't rant on about any race superiority. He was the type to keep it really quiet and to himself. Who knows though, what went on in his head.
