Sun Sories: Trish – Trail of Destruction

I come home from work the other day, and Trish is in my living room chatting with my daughter Lorelei.

I’ve cooled to Trish since her arrest, but my daughter likes her and they hang out sometimes at the house. Trish lives in the apartment below us, so I need to be civil.

Trish is telling the story of her cocaine arrest to Lorelei. How she got a small fine, has to attend some classes and has to do community service. I guess its because it was her first offense and she doesn’t have a record.

“Yea, it’s been a wake up call for me.”

“Well that’s good.”

“My community service is over at the senior center helping the old folks. I really like them!”

“Maybe you’ve found your calling.”

“How is Jill making out at the salon?”

“We fired her.”

“What happened?”

“One day she was supposed to work and she didn’t show up.”

“Wow. I just saw her earlier in the week. I was upset about my arrest and I went to the salon and then we went out together.”

“What did you guys end up doing?”

“Just went out for a few drinks. I wanted to go home after a couple but she said she was heading for another bar.”

“What? When was that?”

“Monday night. Why?”

“Oh my God. No….”

“What?”

“You were with Jill when she got blackout drunk and was subsequently kicked out of her sober halfway house!”

“What?”

“She didn’t show up for work at the salon the next day because she was looking for a place to live!”

“But she wasn’t drunk when she was with me.”

“But you said she left you and was headed to another bar. You were there that Saturday before when she was sitting in the salon and said, “I can’t just have one drink. I have to keep going and then I want to go out. I can’t stop.”

“Oh fuck. So I’m the catalyst that made her relapse?”

“Looks that way.”

“Shit.”

“Anyway, I’m going to go to my room and watch my show. I’ll be through for some ice periodically. Night girls.”

 

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Trish – Unexpected Visit

After my fun evening at Square 1682 I head home. I get a text from my neighbor Trish. (See: Trish – The She Wolf) She says she wants to hang out with me soon and watch something on Netflix. I tell her that I would love that.

“Sweet! You let me know when! I’m chillin’ now if you’re in a sociable mood. No pressure though!

“Hey”

“Heyo!”

“Just got off the phone with Church.” (See: Church – Brand Ambassador)

“Do you want to come up and watch Netflix? Our usual fare?”

“Aw, how’s he? Okay I hope. Let’s watch it when we can laugh at them together.”

“Ok come up.”

“Yay! Let me grab my necessary belongings.”

“Door’s open.”

Trish pops in and she sits on the floor. She always sits on the floor. She just likes to be there. I’ll come home sometimes and she’ll be sitting on the floor chatting with my daughter Lorelei.

She has her blunt an ashtray and lighter. I’m half in the bag from my busy day. I’m still sipping chardonnay smoking cigs and chilling.

I start the program and we’re digging the show. It’s called A B C’s of Death. The producers gave random letters of the alphabet to 26 directors and let them make any kind of crazy short film about death. It’s really good. Trish and I like it because the state of mind we’re in when we watch it, (high or drunk or both) it’s easy to pay attention to each one because they’re so short.

So we’re watching it and I don’t remember when we stopped watching it but the next thing I know is I’m headed to the bedroom to get my bottle of coconut massage oil.

Don’t know why and don’t know when. I’m browning out. But Trish for some reason wants me to rub her neck and back. I do remember putting the oil on my hands, rubbing them together to warm it and went to work on her. She pulled her shirt over her head and she sat on the ottoman clutching her shirt to her breasts while I massaged her neck and back.

Crazy right? Trish isn’t into me. I’m her neighbor. I’ve known her for years. I wonder if her legs are feeling stiff because I would LOVE to give her a good leg massage. Trish has spectacular legs that I’ve always admired.

So I’m really going to town on her. Digging in and giving her a deep tissue massage. I’m massaging her neck and back. I feel like I’m really good at this. Maybe because I care about her. I really want her to feel better and not be in pain. I’m really enjoying this. I’ve always been attracted to Trish and this is a pretty intimate situation with my neighbor. She’s really submissive at this moment. I like it. I move her every which way and she just lets me do it. It was great and not sexual or weird in any way. But it was really nice to touch her body like that. It was like an exploration of her flesh.

You hear these stories of guys inviting girls back to their apartments for “Netflix and Chill.” They just want to have sex with them. Classic move: Guy offers said girl a neck or back massage and tries to turn that into a sexual encounter. It’s awfully cliché.

But nothing happened! She’s my neighbor!

I don’t remember much after that. I probably just went to bed.

UPDATE: Nothing happened but a great massage an she was back in my apartment hanging with my daughter Lorelei having dinner and it was like nothing had happened! So we’re cool. I’d still like to give Trish a leg massage just to make sure she is okay though….

 

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My Family – Lorelei – Life with Lorelei

She’ll always be the apple of my eye.

One of the joys of my life is my daughter Lorelei. She lives with me here in Philly and it’s great. She is twenty now, and has lived with me for almost two years now. She has a very sweet and chill disposition. Lor is very unobtrusive. She works as a food runner and hostess at a restaurant here in the city. She seems to like it well enough. They serve some vegan cuisine and she likes that because she’s vegan herself. This is a choice she has made on her own.

She usually is home from Monday or Tuesday night until Thursday or Friday. Then she’s gone. She goes and stays at her boyfriend’s mom’s house the rest of the time. Mostly weekends. Which gives me a break. Not that I don’t want her there, but I still enjoy my solitary life and it’s nice to just be at one with the bat cave and Netflix.

She has been into something called flow arts lately. Actually, she’s been doing it for a while. I got her a hula hoop that lights up with LED and strobe lights in it. She has gotten really good at it and does it at concerts and festivals she and her guy attend. They’ve been together two years now and they seem happy. They like to do all of the same things, so that’s good. He’s a good kid and he’s good to her. I approve.

She also recently got a flow wand. This is a little more complex. It’s about a foot and a half long. It has strobe and LED’s in it as well. It’s on a string that is threaded through a hole in the upper third of the wand. She swings it around and it appears to be floating. The way the lights are programmed, when it’s swinging vertically around her it leaves these trails of images in the darkness. Like Pikachu, or flames, or signs of the zodiac. It’s really cool! She’s had it for a little over a month and has become very proficient with the wand. Recently, she was even in a music video performing her hooping. You can actually watch that video at the bottom of this blog.

Sometimes, she’ll come home and we’ll just chat. It’s really nice. How many dads get the opportunity to sit down and just shoot the shit in a real way with their daughters? There’s none of the sanctimonious “How was your day?” crap. What we talk about is real. Life. Work. Family. Life challenges. Friends. etc. It’s a rare thing, but I get to do it at least once every other week. What kid even wants to be around their parents at that age? So I feel lucky. We have a solid honest connection. I know I’m doing the best I can as a father, and she chooses to be here with me. She won’t always be with me. But at least I have this time with her.

Lorelei recently changed up her hairstyle. It’s long on the top, but shaved on the sides.

Sort of like this, but longer on the top.

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Well, she’ll pull the long hair up onto the top of her head in a hair tie. Then she’ll ask me to come in with my electric beard trimmer, and shave the sides. I have a good eye and a steady hand, so I’m sort of her part-time barber. I’ll go along the sides and shave it all down so that it’s even. “We’re like a Latino family, Daddy. Doin’ each others hair.” She says, I laugh. I wonder where she got her sense of humor?

There are just some simple moments that happen on a weekly basis. Trish brought up a wooden chest for Lorelei to put her clothes into. (See: Trish – 2012 to Present – The She Wolf) She was dressed really hot, so maybe she had just come from a date. I’m in my office in the back room typing away. Music is on, and the next thing you know Lorelei and Trish are in my room. Trish is digging into my candy, Lorelei is hooping and looking at herself in the mirror. We’re all laughing and talking. It’s great. I’ve got a roof over my head, my daughter is happy and healthy, and I’m pals with my neighbor.

Life is good.

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Church – 2013 to Present -Seizure Salad

I’m sitting in my go to bar with Church. It’s our spot and it’s what we do. He’s sipping a Sailor Jerry and Coke, and I’m having my usual Chardonnay with a side of ice. He orders a salad and I go with the sliders. There is a couple a few seats down from me to my right. I know the guy, his name is Brian, but I don’t know the lady he’s with so I wave but don’t approach. He could be working.

On the left of Church, is a brunette in her thirties and an older gentleman. Looks like a lawyer. We don’t really pay any attention. We’re chatting and doing our thing.

Daphne rolls behind the bar and says hello. She tells me it’s a slow night. Not much happening. She goes back to her hostess stand and it’s just another night in paradise.

Suddenly, the woman who was sitting to Church’s left, goes off the bar stool and hits the floor. Normally, I’d call that Thursday night.  We see so many banged up people around the city losing their shit. But this woman was having a seizure. People within visual range are shocked and the bar goes quiet.

I point to the phone on the wall, because the bartender on duty didn’t see one of her patrons suddenly vanish from the bar. “Liz, call 911.”

She starts dialing. Church, with his cat-like reflexes, springs into action and goes from sitting next to me sipping a drink to all the way around the other side of her on the floor holding her head to keep her steady. I get down there and untangle her leg from the lower rail of his bar stool. I have the legs. Church is focuses on the poor woman’s head. She’s thrashing about, and Church is barking commands to those around him. He’s literally single-handedly coordinating the effort to help save this poor woman, and keeping her from injuring herself further.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but Church was formerly a Corpsmen in the United States Navy.

A Corpsman works in a wide variety of capacities and locations, including shore establishments such as naval hospitals and clinics, aboard ships, and as the primary medical caregivers for sailors while underway. Hospital corpsmen are frequently the only medical caregiver available in many fleet or Marine units on extended deployment. In addition, hospital corpsmen perform duties as assistants in the prevention and treatment of disease and injury and assist health care professionals in providing medical care to sailors and their families.

They may function as clinical or specialty technicians, medical administrative personnel and health care providers at medical treatment facilities. They also serve as battlefield corpsmen with the Marine Corps, rendering emergency medical treatment to include initial treatment in a combat environment. Qualified hospital corpsmen may be assigned the responsibility of independent duty aboard ships and submarines; Fleet Marine Service, SEAL and Seabee units, and at isolated duty stations where no medical officer is available.

Yea, pretty bad ass. That’s the guy you want next to you when somebody takes a header at your favorite bar.

She’s making what almost sounds like barking sounds, and staring wildly about. He’s got a good hold on her. He’s talking to her. But mostly he’s trying to keep her from bashing her face into the wooden wall of the bar. The bartender comes around, and some others have gathered. I grab a cloth napkin and ask if we need to put it in her mouth. I always heard that epileptics could bite or swallow their own tongues. Church says, no. He knows what he’s doing and has the situation well under control.

She seems to be calming down. I look over at the guy who was with her. He’s just standing there staring, and looking uncomfortable. The paramedics come and stabilize her. I feel so bad for her. It’s the holidays, and she’s out for a drinks and this horror befalls her. They get her onto the gurney and roll her out. The police are there and also ask some questions. Church is on point, he gives law enforcement the full report.

They also speak to the guy she came in with. He says he doesn’t know her very well. He met her over at DelFrisco’s steakhouse, and then brought her over here for a drink. That’s a big lawyer hang out. Not my scene. This guy didn’t do anything to help or comfort her when she had the seizure, and he didn’t go to the hospital with her. I don’t care if you just picked up the chick in a bar. Lady falls down, you go to the damn hospital with her. I’m thinking that weasel was married and didn’t want any problems. How would he explain to his wife that he was at the hospital with some other woman? I may be wrong, but I got the vibe something was definitely shady about that guy.

We go back to our seats at the bar and have another drink. Church is pissed because somebody was telling him to turn her head when she was foaming at the mouth and that’s not what you’re supposed to do. Me, I was just glad the lady was okay.

Daphne came over to chat and get a recap. I tell her what I know, and tease her.”You had to say it was a slow night and that nothing was happening, and look what you did, Daph…”

“I know, right? Me and my big mouth.”

Indeed…

 

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Trish – She Wolf

Happy 2017! I’m going to start publishing on Tuesdays too now! I have so many stories to tell I need another day. And who better to kick it off than lovely Trish!

Trish is my hot neighbor. She lives in the apartment below mine. I met her back in 2012 sometime after she moved in. We would chat occasionally, but she was busy with her life and her artwork. She is a really talented graphic artist, who does work for several companies around the city. She loves the X Files, (Mulder mostly) sci-fi and all things mystical. She’s a really cool chick. Loves her coffee. She also keeps herself fit.  Trish is a bit eccentric like all artists, but she’s got a great heart and is very sweet and giving. Always roots for the underdog. She cares deeply about her beliefs and is very passionate in regard to the causes for which she stands.

Like most of us, she’s had her ups and downs with the opposite sex. I think if she met someone nice who understood her, and embraced all of her little quirks, it could be a match. Although Trish may still be holding out for Blink-182 and Alkaline Trio’s guitarist Matt Skiba.

Recently we lost one of our seasonal employees at the salon. She went to work down the shore for the summer. I came home, and Trish was sitting on my sofa next to my daughter. They were just chilling and chatting. I mentioned it, and Trish’s hand shot up like she was in school. I knew she was diligent and a clean freak, so she’d probably be perfect for the job if she wanted it.  She was a quick learner, and has been on our team for over five months now. (So she’ll be making several appearances in upcoming episodes of Sun Stories in this blog.)

She works the shifts that I don’t but we still get to hang out sometimes. She’ll come up to the apartment and we’ll watch some crazy horror movie together. Sometimes my daughter Lorelei will pop downstairs and hang with her, so it’s really a nice relationship for us all. It’s always great to connect with your neighbors. People don’t do that enough anymore.

It’s great having Trish as a friend, neighbor, and co-worker.  You’ll see her making appearances as I expand the Phicklephilly universe.

Oh, one other thing. When I decided to bring in other characters to my story, I asked her if she had any suggestions as to what her title could be. She was the one who came up with “She Wolf.”  So this should be interesting.

 

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