Mindtease

Chapter 4

"Well since you know where I'm at," Kirk started with Josh, "I'll tell you my whole story...if you want."

"Yes," Josh said, "I want to know."

"Well," Kirk said, "let me begin, at the beginning."

Josh snorted at Kirk's antic humor. "Okay then."

Kirk smiled, but then thought, wondering if he'd cry again.

"Well you vanished after your dad died," Kirk began his story.

"Taken by the state," Josh said hotly. "Not vanished...oh sorry."

"No problem Joshy. But I got through high school, and got a scholarship to junior college. I got my associates and then went to the university. I had to get student loans, and work jobs which changed from semester to semester to support myself."

Kirk paused, reaching a point in his story that was frustrating.

"I'd applied to graduate school, and it was a done deal, or so I thought. The graduate coordinator was a real fucking bitch, Susan Bridgegate. That bitch didn't like me, I didn't follow the decorum, rules, or some shit for an undergraduate student...I was smart enough that professors let me take graduate courses as special studies."

"You were smart in school," Josh commented, but Kirk ignored his friend's remark.

"Well, I wasn't sure if I was accepted, and thought I might go to another school...just in case. But in my application, I submitted my graduate school test scores, but that bitch Susan Bridgegate delayed submitting them to the admissions committee. I remember an e-mail where that cunt said 'I look forward to processing your application.' and then said she couldn't find my test scores. I was persistent, and finally said I'd bring copies I had of my test scores. Then she fucking found them, but then it was too late. I got admitted, but couldn't find a campus job, get a graduate stipend, teaching assistant, so I was fucked since I couldn't support myself. That fucking cunt bitch...I call it the two I's...intention or incompetence. Either Bridgegate was incompetent...so shouldn't have that job, or she was intentionally keeping my scores lost in paperwork."

"Wow," Josh said, "that fucking sucks."

"Graduate school was my safety net you see," Kirk said. "My parents had died without a will, and so the state conservator took over, and I couldn't even live in my home since some state bureaucratic asshole was in charge. I didn't have any money to sue, and the conservator didn't even bother to fight the life insurance company, just settled for next to nothing on a forty-year policy which my parents paid. I didn't care much, but then I couldn't get my own stuff which was in my parent's house since I couldn't prove with receipts or documents it was mine to begin with. The fucking conservator bastard was just doing his job, but I found out later he was a contractor to the county and state that got a bonus for how much was left over to auction publicly for the greedy fucking state. When I tried to contact customer support, or someone all I got was sales pitches and 'You've won a free trip to the Bahamas' shit. So the state fucked me...first by not helping me at all, and then using a contractor. I saw a lawyer, and he said I couldn't sue the state because the contractor was responsible. So I had no way to force the state agency to help, and the contractor was like sue or call customer support."

Josh looked over, and saw the tears in Kirk's eyes, and the pain in his voice.

"Real fucking bastards," Josh commented. "All profiteering pieces of shit out for the buck."

"Yep." Kirk said. "The worst part was the contractor let the mortgage lapse, then they could sell everything else in my parents' estate. So they let the mortgage lapse, and the bank sold it to Fannie Mae, which then legally ordered all things evicted, so the state contractor then had to sell everything in the house...all pure profit."