KFC

     A week before I move to Fort Lauderdale, I made arrangements for a Zoomer from Fort Lauderdale, come up to Orlando, and hang out with me. 

    I had became a more frequent of a participant in the PnP Zoom Universe. Established my name in the community. Made friends. Started to became a known name to the other regular Zoomers. Little did I know that this beginning would lead me down a very dark but warm rabbit hole. 

    KFC showed up at Chalupa's place, where I was staying at. I was pretty excited. There I am with someone I found attractive, riding 3 hoursish on a bus, just to spend time with me for a week.

    I don't remember all we did that week, but I do remember KFC inviting me to move down to Forth Lauderdale. He was staying at this Extended Stay America hotel for the month while he is suppose to be looking around for an apartment.

    I made that decision in a quick second and decided to move down there with him. We got along well, we had chemistry, we both loved getting high. 

    This though is the time frame where I discover that I am a full blown tinkering tweaker. I had this awesome bong that you could take apart and put back together like it was a smokable hamster home. It looked just like that too. This bong was awesome. and really tall. a good two and a half feet. So there I am, always fiddling with this bong. Taking it apart. Putting it back together. Blitzed off my ass. High as a kite. 

    KFC and I would go to the dollar store and buy paint and random art supplies. We would always end up getting high and doing something creative or silly, instead of getting high and having sex, like I could tell, he still wanted to. 

    I eventually tell KFC that I now see him as more of a brother than a lover. He didn't like that, but he delt with it. He let me still stay there. It did put a wedge between us however. He continued allowing me to stay there with him.

    I started hanging out with a new friend, JD. Keven met JD. And it went well. We all just hung out at the hotel, got high, and talked. JD comes out of the meeting, a new nickname that he had for KFC. Princess Salad Fingers. To this day, I have no idea why that was the nickname. 

    But, now things become a blur. 

    Something lead to me and KFC getting into a fight. Me calling the cops on him for being assaulted, and KFC not being a danger to himself and others. 

    I walk down the sidewalk. Maybe an eighth of a mile away. so not far. I'm on the phone with the JD. JD had a large van that he drove. Like an Astrovan. He told me to stay where I was, that he was on his way to come and pick me up. My phone starts to die, so I go into a laundromat, and find an empty socket. You see, one thing about being homeless. When you have a phone, it's not been lost, left somewhere, or stolen; you carry your charger around with you at all times usually. At least I did for that reason. 

    Then the police go past me. I unplug my phone and walk out to the sideway. I see the police pull into the Extended Stay America parking lot. I walk back to the hotel room. By then I had calmed down and seen the severity of my phone call. I tell the officers that I over reacted and called. They didn't seem to be too entertained by that. 

    But, they leave. 

    Now the hotel management gets involved and tells KFC he has to be out in two days. I immediately feel so bad. I fucked this up for him. I didn't even start to think about myself. 

    I tried apologizing to KFC about my actions. But he was furious. And I can't blame him. 

    Thank God for JD. He offered to let me stay with him.