June 29, 2008
Softball anxiety
Normally, I look forward to playing softball but I was rather anxious and nervous that night about something completely different. I had dropped off my friend at the commerce casino the previous evening where she was suppose to provide some "company" for a couple of hours. She normally does not do "outcalls" but this was an old customer and she'll get some good cheddar out of this. Me, I'm just the transporter. A really cheap transporter because I don't get paid for this.
She normally calls me every night to tell me how her day went and when she wakes up to say good morning. Not today. I didn't hear from her for the last 23 hours which was unusual especially as I was suppose to drive her home. I was concerned in the a.m. and more so toward the afternoon as my calls started going directly to her voice mail. So of course, I start thinking the worse.
. How many hours have to pass before reporting a missing person? Its 24 hours but maybe 72 hours for people in unusual occupations. Afterall, I'm sure mrs. cousteau didn't freak out when jacque went out to sea for a few days.
. So if she's missing past a day, I guess I should try contacting some of the her friends including the other escort that she owes 10k and her last customer who was rumored to have ties with the vietnamese underground. Waitaminute....that doesn't sound good at all. They sound more like suspects than good samaritans who will give me cookies and milk when I knock on their door.
. If she's missing for 2 days, I better go to her apt and clean out the place. The rent will be due and its not like I'm going to pay 3k for her fancy place. I have a couple of friends on the westside that will help me with no questions asked. One of them has a van too. Now I know why.
. If the police get involved and want to know my involvement, can i get in trouble for putting up her ad? Am I technically "prostituting her". I really don't want some young punk d.a. trying to make a name for himself and manufacturing accusations and writing checks that my body can't cash. I always say, if you're going to get in trouble, at least get in trouble for something you did (I'm not sure why I ever even said this but yet I know its in my mental closet of personal colloquialisms).
. Ok, if I find her dead in her apt, remember not to pick up the blood stained knife or the discharged gun next to her body. Its just much harder to explain to the police why you're holding the murder weapon if you didn't do it.
. If the police question me about the time of the murder, I better start remembering my whereabouts - ok, at 6:30, I have dinner with alice at the hungry cat in hollywood. She had the halibut and the tempura fried squash bottoms as an appetizer. I had the hamachi - which was pretty good by the way. After dropping my friend off at 8:50 pm, I was listening to indie 103 at the time. I forget the song. Asobi Seksu! No! Lassie Foundation?! They broke up! Oh man, I hope it doesn't come to this...
24 hours and a few minutes later, the 2nd inning of my softball game, I see her caller id appear and I'm hoping its not some strange voice asking for ransom because a. I don't have money and b. this is a close game. Fortunately, it was she. The battery ran out of her phone and she was out all day with her friends. Thank goodness. I was more relieved than anything. I'll yell at her later. Meanwhile, we won the game.
Posted by yumyumcha at June 29, 2008 06:10 PM