I'm getting kind of frustrated...

that Danny has no real interest in calling me back. I've scored a couple of terse e-mails, but he's really the person I want to talk to about the stupid comic book. I'm getting a little worried, but I wonder if that isn't just a bit condescending of me. He's a grown up and should be able to come and go as he pleases. But the idea of him taking off to meet someone from the Internet... Just like Maricel did. Hmmm... I went over to his house tonight, hoping to irritate the housesitter, but nobody answered. Nobody ever thinks of me. On the slightly brighter side, Brian looked better; much better. He was sitting up, or he was actually propped up. But he was upright and able to talke a little. Or at least answer a couple of quesitons. He confirmed with a slight nod that big blonde dreadlocked dude had sold him the comic. For a hundred freaking bucks. That was the offer Weezer made and the guy was pretty happy about it. My cousin thought it was a good idea to to get rid of the fake hundred dollar bill by spending it on what he must have known to be a stolen comic. There was a lot I could have said to him about the subject, but it probably wasn't a good time. Sometimes Brian makes me very tired.
"He said there was more." Brian literally weezed.
"Dude, it's all stolen." I said. "And I don't think he wants to sell you anything else since he figured out that damn book was worth more than my house."
"Too bad." He said.
"He came to kick your ass in a hospital bed." I said. "He came to the store, my girlfriend stabbed him."
"You have a girlfriend?" He said. Well, he had been in and out of it.
"Did you come across some diamond earrings?" I asked.
He smiled wickedly. Just like he used to when he was getting me into trouble in our childhood.
"I should kick your ass." I said. "She was over at my house ranting and raving. She even broke in and got her butt arrested."
"That's funny." He said weakly.
"I found everything up in the ceiling when my cat got up there. I tell you about the cat later."
"Funny." He said again. He also said that when he set things on fire or pulled the legs off bugs.
"Where were the earrings?"
"I was gonna hide the book in that funny bathroom thing, but I found the earrings. Then I wanted somewhere better." He started to cough and I figured that was it for the day.
Yikes...

see you in the funny papers...

Simon