Alright, this one's an odd one that I brought back a flood of memories and I'm trying to figure out... well, no, I'm positive I figured out the why. Allow me to address.
Several, SEVERAL years back, this was during Mad T's run at California Adventure to give you a timeframe. I'm just really hazy on the EXACT date/year. I want to say this was 2012 because it happened to fall on Christmas night. What was I doing at Disneyland/DCA by myself on Christmas night? Well, if it was 2012, then some of you might recall that was the year we lost dad. And with his birthday falling on Christmas Day, I had already spent the night before and most of the day at my sister's. But I didn't want to be by myself at home. So I wandered over to Disneyland in the biting cold, over to the Mad T Party area, despite knowing there wasn't going to be any show going on and just had a few/several drinks to keep myself warm and prolonging heading home.
It was while I was standing there along the railing, listening to the music that I saw this girl wandering around by herself. She sort of hovered from one group of people to the next so I figured she was flying solo, too. What struck me most was that hiding under her beanie was this straight, long, fine blonde hair. If you've ever heard the term, cornsilk hair, that's EXACTLY what it looked like to me. Captivating to watch, I've got to be honest. Anyway, she's still wandering around and I sort of forgot about her when she suddenly appeared by my side. She complimented me on something and it felt rather random. But it also broke the ice. I guess that's what she was doing in just trying to find someone to hang out with that night. I returned the compliment, a genuine compliment about her hair. And we just spent the next couple of hours talking.
She was living up in Twentynine Palms at the time. Which, if you know anything about the area, it's a military town. Based on that, either she's a military brat or she was/is involved with a Marine. DING DING DING! She WAS involved with a Marine but they were on the outs and she decided she was going to come to Disneyland (she was a passholder) without him on Christmas Day. He was with his family. Again, clearly on the outs. She was staying at one of the nearby motels and at the end of the night, I offered to drive her to her place rather than walk the mile and a half from the park. She accepted and we get to outside her room, she asks me to stay for just a second while she runs to the door and brings out her pup. A little French Boxer named, Trouble.
We made plans to meet up again at the parks for the next couple of nights while she was in town and stayed in touch even after she headed home. I'd meet up with her again in the spring when she came back out with another friend of hers and so on it went for the remainder of the year, seeing one another every few months until she mentioned about a big life change. Things with her and the Marine were long over and she couldn't stay in Twentynine Palms any longer, she was moving to Vegas. We kept in touch for a while and then she was moving again, this time up towards the Reno area. Communication slowed to only a few times a month at most. I actually stayed in touch with her friend, Deanna, the one I met in the sping, more consistently.over this period of time. Then Liz told me she was driving down to Newport with a friend who had a sick family member they needed to visit. They were coming down in an RV but she'd let me know when she'd be free to meet up. She never contacted me while she was down and pretty much stopped replying to any messages by the time she got back up to Reno. And so it was to become another friendship that fizzled out.
Until about two weeks ago.
Out of the blue, I get an Instagram follow from Trouble. Yeah, her dog. And I'm gonna be honest, it took me a while to even realize who this dog was because I hadn't seen nor thought of him in at least 6 years. I messaged back and while I awaited her response, I start going through the dog's Instagram and then find Liz's. Well, this girl has had quite an adventurous few months.
According to her social media posts (and gofundme page), Liz has:
Broken up with the guy she was living with because he was making death threats
She moved into a rental with a group of people after having lived in her car for a few weeks
While living in the rental, her ex stole her car, it was found 10 days later abandoned, window smashed
She went to confront him about it and somehow ended up getting arrested herself and spending 54 days in county
While she was in county, her roommates took all her possessions, even her chonies, and kicked her out because she hadn't paid her share of the rent in 2 months
Which is right around the time she somehow came across my profile again and Trouble started following me. That last sentence is almost prophetic if I were gullible.
So after I reach out to her to find out how she's been, she wanted a reminder as to where I lived because she wanted to get out of northern Nevada and thought she'd come back California.
Uh-huh... go on...
A friend of hers offered to drive and they were going to hit the road on Wednesday or Thursday of last week.
O.k., hit me up when you get here, we'll meet up.
A few days go by and I haven't heard back from her. I mean, Reno to Orange County, even at a snail's pace is only a couple of days, tops. So I hit her up, hey, did you gets get on the road yet? What's going on?
She messages me and point blank asks me for $120. Seems her friend's RV ran out of propane and they're close to freezing. She even sent me a pic of Trouble's bowl of water frozen over.
Weird that a ride to Orange County that should have taken no more than a couple of days has turned into some camping trip? And the money was going to be used to rent a room to stay in and stay warm.
Uh-huh... Look, I know I was born at night but I wasn't fucking born last night.
Girl, you've been out of my life for at least 6-7 years, we weren't ever a thing or even all that close, and now you're asking me for a handout? Nah... Find another sucker to leech off of. After all, you know how easy it is to look up your name and Abby arrest records in Nevada? Funny there aren't any returns this year where you were locked up for nearly 2 months. Try your sob story with someone more gullible.
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