obliviousally_lj

This morning I wake up, crampy. I decide I'm going to take a bath to help soothe the cramps. I'm laying in the tub, half asleep, and I hear someone BANGING on the back door. I figure it's my mom, so I peek out the bathroom window to see who it is.

It's not my mom.

It's a guy with a badge around his neck and a shirt reading 'Fugitive Recovery Agency'. Or something similar.

I tell him to hold on, I'll be down in a second. I throw some clothes on and make my way downstairs. He's looking for a guy that used to live here (the ones that trashed the place and owe Al a bunch of money). The neighbors (I don't know which ones) said they saw him come here last night. Said they've seen him here partying in the evenings. I am full of confusion and explain that it's only me and my girlfriend staying here. I tell him who owns the place and that the only people we have over are a friend from Streetsboro and my mom occassionally. He does a quick look around the place and then leaves.

It was so bizzare. There's been no one but us here lately. And this means I'll have to keep an eye out for people lurking around the house. Because, hey, I have no qualms about beating the shit out of someone with the aluminum baseball bat we have. Seriously.

But the guy was cool, at least. Didn't give my and issues when I explained the situation to him.

Now, I'm drinking raspberry herbal tea to help the cramps go away and hoping I can get some sleep and be okay for work tomorrow.