Past, Present and Future

The Week From Hell

I, Gene Simmons, hardly ever have a bad day. This week I've already had three and it's only Wednesday. On Monday I found out it was going to cost me $1000 to get my car fixed. IT WASN'T EVEN MY FAULT!!!! Paul got drunk, couldn't find his so he somehow got in mine and managed to run it into the lake. It was a nightmare. I had to show up in my pajamas, haul a soaking wet Paul out of the driver's seat and wait for the ambulance to take him to the hospital. He swears it was cold medicine, not alcohol,  so I hope he's not lying to me. After I managed to get my car towed to an all-night repair shop, I took a cab to the hospital to check on my best friend. When I walked in, he was wearing dry clothes, courtesy of Eric and Bruce. "Is he okay?" I asked.

"Other than a bad sprained ankle and broken wrist, he's fine." said Bruce. "Could I go now? I, um, have someone over." 

"Yes. Thanks."

After Bruce practically flew out the door, Eric pulled me aside. he looked worried. "Gene, Paul wasn't lying when he said he wasn't drunk. He had a bad reaction t the cold medicine and was trying to get home. He had someone with him driving but they don't have a license."

"Let me guess, his friend was driving, crashed my car, Paul switched places and now the other person is also hurt but doesn't want to be treated." "Would that other person be our road manager?"

"Yes." replied Eric.

I rolled my eyes as I sent Eric home. Finally Monday ended and Tuesday started. It definitely wasn't much better. I woke up to the sound of puking, crying and cussing. Paul's awake. "Paul, you feeling better?"

"Ugh!" was his reply. "I feel awful." "Where's T? Is he okay?"

"I don't know. You were alone when I got you out of the car."

I saw the look in his eyes when he processed it all. "Go see if you can find him." When the tears rolled down his cheeks, I realized Paul was deeply in love with the shy kid. "Hey, calm down, I'll go find him."

That's how I spent Tuesday. Half the day I was searching for T, the other half I was spending trying to convince the poor kid to let me take him to the hospital. He had at least a few bruised ribs and other injuries. Finally I had him in the room with Paul, heavily sedated.

Wednesday started out with a bigger repair bill than I was quoted. I told them no and to fix my car for the original $1000.

I got my way.