Omaha, NE

We've been in Omaha a lot recently, which is good, except that I don't want to leave.

Went to Boulder the other night to load up our stuff from storage and stayed at Bryan's place, which is in the old Naropa house behind the Co-op. I could've gone to the Co-op but I didn't want to bump into thirty people asking me how it's all going and stuff. I probably wouldn't have minded another time, just not that time.

Anyway, upon arriving at Bryan's, he left to go somewhere with his buddies. We hung out by ourselves. Then a friend of his came over and hung out waiting for him. After a long while, I called Bryan and over the phone worked their stuff out. He leaves.

Ten minutes later, another friend, who was there earlier, came back waiting for Bryan. Again, after a while, I called Bryan and handed the phone over and they worked it all out. He leaves.

Ten minutes later, a knock on the door. As I approach the door, I see through the door glass that it's DJ, a friend of theirs that I knew from before we moved. He used to live across the street from our old apartment complex and he always hung out with them guys. Based on that knowledge, of course I let him in. Little did we know that since then he's turned into violent outrage son of a bitch.

So he hung out and it all seemed normal and after a while I let him use the phone because he's talking about moving out of Boulder because everyone there sucks. We later found out that he's been trying (or saying) that he's leaving Boulder for the past year. Anyway, I left and started doing something during which time, I didn't see but was told later, he started getting angry at the person on the other end of the phone and swearing and throwing my phone around.

There's a knock at the door and it opens and Jared (little Jared) walks in and surprised the shit out of each other. We were the last people that he expected to see being that we haven't seen him since we left and didn't tell anyone aside from Bryan that we were in town.

Bryan then came back home and we were hanging in the kitchen and Bryan was whispering that he wants DJ to leave. Jared says, "Fuck. It's your place. Tell him to go."

I go to the bathroom. Bryan says, "DJ, would you please leave."

DJ says, "You got a fucking problem?!"

Words are exchanged and I use the bathroom. I come back out to DJ on the floor, mouth bleeding, tooth on the floor, boots off for some reason. Bryan goes up to him pushes him towards the door and says, "Get the fuck out of here and don't ever come back," and then throws his boots outside and helps DJ out.

I'm about to ask what happened and the door glass gets shattered and DJ yells something about calling the cops. This poses a problem due to unmentionable reasons, so Bryan loads his bag and we get our stuff and head to Jared's place a block away. It's funny that everyone used to live the northern area of Boulder not too far away but within a block of each other. We moved out and they all move out of their places and ended moving a block away from each other by Pearl Street.

So what happened while I was in the bathroom was that DJ ran towards Bryan to hit him and Jared just punched towards DJ, instinctively, and punched his mouth and broke his tooth. Jared had a gash on his knuckles and I told him he should clean it because Rollins did that once and his arm got septic because the guy's plaque entered his bloodstream.

So we go Jared's place and his brother and brother's girlfriend are there. We tell what's happened and it's then that we start getting informed about DJ's falling apart over the past months which included attacking Jared's brother with a knife amongst other things. Bryan goes back to his place because his neighbor freaked out by what all happened and may have called the cops so he went to let her know and calm her down. Meanwhile, phone calls were being received about DJ being jumped by five guys, one of which was Jared and all this stuff going back and forth. It was like junior high or something.

We end up hanging at Jared's place for the rest of the evening and Peter came over. It was pretty awesome how the evening progressed. It was like when I used to trip on acid in high school. I would take acid and go out with someone or by myself and by the end of the evening, everyone I wanted to see or thought about ended up meeting together some way or another. By chance. Not like, you know, everyone calling each other and meeting up someplace.

So we're in Omaha now and getting our stuff into storage and need to find out about getting back to Denver. We have no money until Tuesday. We got the Uhaul and they gave us a 14' instead of a 10' due to not having any available in Denver. They gave it to us for the 10' price and we're all thinking we're awesome. We ended up spending about $170 on gas. We budgeted about $60 since we did the fuel calculator we used last time and it came out pretty exact. So we're either here until Tuesday or maybe our company could get us a Greyhound ticket. If they do that, we'll have to make sure that the hotel shuttle runs from the Greyhound during the weekend else we'll be stuck at the beautiful Denver Greyhound station.