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SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 2009 (1:16 PM)

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The Night Julie Freaked Out

I've never lived alone. I rented a small apartment for three months once, but my job kept me out of town so much I was hardly there, and when I was there, my friend Julie was there, too.

Julie and I hit it off from the moment we met. We spent our first couple of days together doing illicit activities, then we crashed at my little apartment. Before I met Jessica, Julie and I were together every weekend and she often stayed with me during the week.

Julie is one of those people who is extremely noticeable; she is beyond gorgeous. She's about 5'9", built like the proverbial brick house, hair and eyes so dark they appear almost black. When I knew her, she was funny and kind and wild-ass crazy. We were quite unhealthy together; common maladies tend to mutually feed.

Julie came of age in the mean streets of Detroit, driving into the city from the polished suburb where she was reared by her adoptive parents. She told me she thought she was more intensely queer than most queers, because she had a severe mommy complex. She said that was why she liked older women. She always dated women 10 or 15 years older than we were. She laughed about her complex a lot. It was funny because of the way she described it. And because it had the ring of unpleasant truth to it for her. Occasionally, she would tell me about the latest news in her decade-long, unsuccessful search for her biological mother.

Julie dropped out of the Fashion Institute and art school. Structure was not her thing. Her parents gave her money to start a vending machine business, so Julie was rolling in quarters. She bought a house, and tons of powder. She started to get nose bleeds, but she ignored the causes.

Julie had extravagantly unique taste. She decorated her living room walls with clothing she had designed. Her dining room lacked table or chairs; it was home to a beautiful upright piano plopped at an angle in its center. She hosted weekend parties at her house. Everyone said Julie gave the best parties, until the night Julie freaked out.

I arrived early to help prepare party foods and I noticed Julie's eyes were already glazed. She had started cocktailing-it. Every half hour or so, she trotted into her bedroom, closed the door, and emerged rubbing her nose. By the time the other guests arrived, Julie was fucked-up to the nines.

I partook of less contraband than usual that night; I had a feeling I should keep an eye on Julie. She was behaving strangely. She was less animated than usual; she wasn't talking much. She visited her bedroom frequently throughout the night.

The party progressed as usual until around midnight, when Julie suddenly turned off the music and announced she was going to play piano. Normally, she played for me after everyone else departed, but this night she said, "I'm gonna play. Everyone sit down and shut up for a change." Her guests found seats and sat quietly. Julie improvised at her piano, which she normally did quite well, but that night the sound was horrible. She banged the keys like some mad monkey. Her guests exchanged looks of surprise, but they continued to sit quietly listening as she banged, and banged.

Eventually, a guest stood and walked over to Julie. She said "Julie, why don't we put music back on and get this party back into high gear?" Julie stopped banging on the piano, she rose, she grabbed her glass and threw it at the dining room wall. She screamed "Everyone out! All of you! Get the fuck out of my house!" People reacted with stunned silence for several seconds, while Julie continued to yell "Get out! Get the fuck out!" Guests began gathering purses and coats and shuffling out the front door. Some were muttering, most were silent as they exited.

I sat quietly on Julie's living room couch watching people leave as Julie freaked out. Julie turned her attention to me, she yelled "You, too! Get the fuck out of my house." "Julie, me too?," I asked. She began yelling at me "Get out! Get out! Get out!" "Julie, let me stay with you. Will you play for me?" I said.

"NO!! Get the fuck out! Get out! Get out!" As I exited, she was still screaming. I stepped onto the porch, she slammed the front door behind me. I stood listening at her door for quite awhile. I could not hear any movement inside. Eventually, I went home.

Two days later, Julie called. She asked, "How was the party?" and she laughed. I answered, "It had an exciting finale. How are you?" "Did I throw you out, too?" Julie asked. "Yes, but I hung out on the porch until I thought you were okay. Are you okay?" "I'm fine," she said... "You think anyone will come to my next party?" She laughed again.

"I will, Julie. Being tossed out by you is better than being invited in by most people."

Postscript: Julie told me much later that she had received another notice from the Catholic adoption service the day of that party, letting her know that her biological mother had declined to make her birth records available to her, again.

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Posted Sep 21, 09 by SillyLeslie
Thanks, LittleStar.

I see standing by someone at the most difficult times as what defines friendship. Anything less is reserved for those who are mere strangers.

Posted Sep 20, 09 by LittleStar (

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I understand the frustration, but I never have understood taking our fear and anger out on those we Love....sometimes that damage never gets repaired. You are a Loyal Soul.....that's for sure....