Fate redux

I happened again!
What are the freggin chances!
IN NYC!!!

I had to pick up some (overpriced) paper at 23rd st area, so I hop on the F train from work 42nd to 23rd. I walk in, I sit, I look up in this empty subway car, no more than 4 people...
In front of me.
There she was!
SITTING IN FRONT OF ME!!!
MEL COLOMBO
The wickedest cunt in the world!

I couldn't believe it... CAN YOU?

I took a second to swallow that stress ball in my throat, and I approached her. I approached her gently, and sat right next to her. In a voice that was as friendly as I could be I ask her "Melanie.. I just want to ask you for one thing.. can I please have some memorabilia from my father..some pictures..the films..the videos..just something"
She looks at me as if I am the most craziest person on the planet.
She says.. "you need to let go...your OBSESSED"
OBSESSED
OBSESSED
WHAT!

I BLEW UP
I was waiting to...
I had to...

I stood up and I felt the strangest surge go through me...
I started screaming at the top of my lungs..
"YOU MOTHERFUCKING UGLY CUNT" "YOU KILLED MY FATHER"

There was only like 2 other people sitting around our vicinity, and I said...
"EXCUSE ME EVERYONE"
a tourist woman reading her laminated subway map, grinning at me, and some 50 something NY'er reading the Times ignoring me...!
'THIS WOMAN THIS CUNTING WOMAN KILLED MY FATHER" "SHE RAN OFF WITH HIS FORTUNE AND DISAPPEARED" "SHE TORE MY FAMILY APART" " SHE'S A BLACK WIDOW'

My voice started to crack and hurt. The strangest thing happened as well.. I felt my penis disappear, it totally turtled, my man tube had retrieved into my body...
That never happens...

Still screaming, voice cracking, and soo conscious of my non existent penis, I continued...

"YOUR A BLACK WIDOW WHO KILLED ALL YOUR HUSBANDS" " YOU DIDN'T EVEN GO TO YOUR SONS FUNERAL BECAUSE YOU WERE AFRAID THAT IT MIGHT RUIN YOUR CHANCE OF INHERITING EVERYTHING" " YOU PLATYPUS SUCK PIG"

She stood up and just turned away rolling her eyes...

By this time we arrived at 23rd st... doors opened, and my final comment was..
"GO GET ANOTHER FACE LIFT.. YOU NEED IT!"

I got off too...
SOO adrenalized and disoriented...

I saw her in the distance sprinting up the stairs...

I was scared for a moment, I thought she may have flagged a police.
She didn't.

I calmly walk up to civilization, and as soon as the air hit me, realization set in.
It was sad.
All those years hitting me once again, never really knowing if I had my dad's affection...
It sucked hard!

All the moisture was sucked out of my mouth, and my throat was ravaged.
I called Chad, but he wasn't at his desk...I desperately needed him!
I called Lori and she counseled me to calmness.
I called Chad again, and he was there to lift my spirits.
I called Forrest too, and once again he helped me channel my anger into something constructive.
Thank god for these people!

I got a bottle of my favorite vitamin water, and headed back to work.
As I walk down the stairs to the subway I had to reach down my pants and pull my wee wee back to its proper position.

I don't want THAT to happen again!

My throat still is scratchy
and I'm still having Adrenalin flashes...

Best of all...
I'm OK!
really!!!

Fin