Shabby Shawn Strikes Again

(5)

More on that subject later, I suppose.

Shabby Shawn called me the next day. I never answer the telephone. Kootch introduced him to me as 'Arapahoe Police.' She handed me the phone. I was expecting to talk to a cop but it was only SS.

SS then began speaking to me in what can only be described as a grotesque affectation of empathy. It was remeniscient of his first call to me. SS talked to me as a female Marine might talk to a bereaved mother who had just lost her son in Iraq. SS was soooo sorry that I was soooo psychotic and brain-damaged, and wondered if there was anything he could do to alleviate my desparate situation. My skin began to crawl.

SS said to me that he understood my 'fear and anxiety.' I replied to SS that the only thing making me 'anxious' was people like him who thought they knew more about what is going on here in my own home than I do.'

SS then sort of pulled out of the conversation, saying that I had his number and that I could call him at any time.