Monday, February 07, 2005

50 bucks Brian Tangelino took me for fifty bucks.  You see, I really wanted some pickled pigs feet a couple weeks back and he said he could get some.  Giving him the money up front would just make things quicker and easier, he said. I know that kid had a bad reputation, but I'd given him a job and helped him back on his feet.  He wasn't going to turn around and fuck me was he?  Was he? A guy like Brian Tangelino dicks you over in this kind of graduated, slippery-slope process. At first the pickled pigs feet are a sure thing; no problem; done deal.  Then things are still good to go, but just a little later than expected.  Then you start getting hints of problems and little stories about why the pickled pigs feet aren't materializing.  Then you get the straight to voicemail on the cell phone and you know all bets are off for the night. Brian Tangelino finally called me back the next day.  His style is to combat your anger with an overwhelming sob story.  If you're out fity bucks, then somebody took him for two-hundred bucks.  Brian Tangelino is the victim, not you. Brian Tangelino made a couple of empty promises to return my money and then he ceased answering my calls all together.  I think guys like Brian think that if you put off the repayment of a relatively small debt, for a few weeks or so, it sort of fades into this haze of forgotten things and then it kind of disappears.  I owe you fifty-bucks?  People owe me hundreds of bucks. My dad owe's $3,000 dollars to Home Depot.  The United States owes a whole continent to the indians.  Lots of people owe lots of money to lots of people but what are you going to do? When it felt like the debt from Brian Tangelino was going to fade into this haze of no return, I decided to take dramatic action.  I made a threatening phone call. I summoned up my best Tony Soprano voice and waited for his stupid voicemail message to play out. "This is pretty much your last chance to pay me that money, Brian.  You're not gonna wanna run into me after today if you don't bring me that money." I thought  that might actually work.  I mean, I really put some threat into my tone of voice.  Of course, I knew I was taking a chance too.  Because once that deadline day had passed, Brian Tangelino had the perfect excuse to avoid me forever.  Who's gonna voluntary come to a guy that you owe money and has promised to kick your ass? Certainly not Brian Tangelino. 9:39:22 PM    comment [] new name Doot-doo-doo-dooooooooooooooooooo! (The sound of ceremonious horns blowing) This blog now has a new name and web address: www.thelegendofmarkmichaels.com. It might be a little longer, but I'm worth it. Put it in your "my favorites" section and click frequently.  Tell your friends and estranged wives.  Scream it aloud while hijacking a bus to East Indo-China. You'll be glad you did. 6:44:54 PM    comment [] a first Today I told a cookie to fuck-off. (It dropped a big crumb on my floor). 5:26:46 PM    comment [] talk about rooms to go.... I came across this old mansion being transplanted on the way home from work today.  I always wondered how they did that without the whole place crumbling.  And then where do they move it to? Imagine if you were sleeping off a hangover when they came to get your house.  You'd wake up thinking the wicked witch of the west had worked her magic on you. 4:38:33 PM    comment []

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