Precious Time

3 years ago I was in Del Mar, California with boone, inc., where his most recent wife lived in the $35mm home she bought with proceeds from her sale of a portion of the Clean Energy Fuels (CLNE - Nasdaq) common stock boone was required to give her, prior to their marriage.

This, a union of two "people", both of whom I would categorize as insanely delusional, entitled and omnipotent, along with being grossly immature.  A marriage that ended up looking like precisely what it was; a structured, contract based relationship; one where she was required to spend a certain amount of time with him, per week, attending x-number of social functions, etc. 

She had this new place, 3 hours from Dallas, where she was picked up and delivered, via private jet, several times per week.  She wanted nothing to do with Dallas.

There's no way this woman would ever get on a commercial jet, voluntarily. I've seen her get off an elevator because of who'd just got on.

During the trip to Del Mar, I saw/heard her walk into the Pamplemousse Grille one evening, loudly making the pronouncement that, "I've never seen so many ugly people in one room before."

What was that ?

I was shocked, did I hear her correctly ? Was it a joke I was not in on ?

NO

I'd just lived 709 days in hard core drug rehab, with people who'd become my best friends, incredibly wonderful people from all walks of life; people whom I loved for who they were, had been and were to be. We were all about truth, nothing hidden from each other, ever, truth always, because it was the only, the beautiful, the real.

And now, I'm forced to see and hear this.

Why ?

Pitiful, hollow, a waste of time, in this, our lives of precious time.

I kept my eyes open.

I'm to stay at the home of wifey's twin sister - I'm barely a living creature in social status & of course, net worth($), barely above a rat or a possum, so there's no hotel room for me.

I'm there to drive Mr Big around; so he never, ever misses a meal, receiving, swallowing and then processing his constant/random abuse, including having to listen to his non-stop:

boring natural gas bullshit, ad nauseam

same worn out resentments about the previous 4 wives who victimized him

current resentments/complaints about the new wife who's fucking with him

complaints/resentments regarding his "friends"; most of whom are dead & were not his friends, and how they fucked him

resentments/complaints about my siblings, their spouses and their children & how they've screwed him/are currently fucking with him

blah, blah, blah - you are so boring so shut up, quit whining, you're a friggin sissygirl put on a dress!

A few days later, during a CLNE/Nat Gas Act schmoozing session with Indiana Congressman Dan Burton, who's sitting directly to my right, the twin sister dumps her entire LARGE glass of red wine all over me and Dan - he's so drunk he never knows, even when I'm soaking the wine off the left arm of his jacket.

I'm wet, I leave.

Sister gets drunker, coming home where I'm working at a computer desk, and hugs my head with her huge fake titties enveloping my little bean head, knocking my glasses to the floor, telling me she loves me. I have no idea what she was up to, probably nothing, but you know me, I thought it was funny, especially when I re-enacted it, showing how my glasses were knocked askew.

So, it's a funny story, that's it.

When I get home, I tell my wife - she laughs.

She tells my sister-in-law, who laughs.

Sister-in-law tells my sister :

TELEPHONE, TELEGRAPH, TELLPAM !

Pamagraph tells boone's wife, who's scared shitless the world will actually care when this scandal gets out, then,

Booneygirl summons me to his office & tells me that this incident has "caused me all kinds of problems"

I've heard this before: "caused me all kinds of problems", many, many times over the decades, never knowing what was behind it, scared to ask.

I'm curious now, so I ask him, "what kind of problems has it caused you?"

He scoffs; he cannot tell me, but I now know, intuitively.

It's that this, my father's 5th marriage, is crumbling; they fight like children and then his wife, this plasticized $35+mm prostitute, throws this story in his face as if it's my fault & his responsibility, every-time they spar, which, if this marriage is anything like the previous 4.....

Of course, this sissy buys it and wears it like any expert victim would, because now, he's got another resentment, and it's on me, the bad little boone & his favorite target.

It gets worse after this, as if he now has carte blanche to call me on the carpet, whenever he finds himself in his head going nuts, desperately needing a distraction, which looks like about 24/7 from where I'm standing

So, it becomes very clear to me that this nut-job thinks I'm the same guy he's abused, unabatedly, for the last 84 years.

I'm no longer that guy, hello !

Of course, a few days later, I get the email from (yawn) another paid enabling shill, Sally Geymuller, instructing me to show up for breakfast at, yes again, the friggin Park Cities Hilton.

I go to this ridiculous breakfast (I know, I'm an idiot) where he's got his barely paid, ass kissing, always on retainer, booze/food/sex addict divorce attorney with him.

And, he's got a list of complaints:

the drunk sister event, which he has now determined is a lie, and just cannot quit obsessing over

I told Pamagraph that I liked my job because it was close to the driving range & I could go hit a bucket of balls instead of going to lunch - he says a "man" does not tell people these things

I took a second job, on the side - someone told him about this and this is not acceptable.

I should not be telling people I'm broke & need 2 jobs, which I tell people, because it's the truth

blah, blah, blah, some other bullshit I cannot remember because only a sissy like this clown could come up with such lame crap

I say nothing because it is nothing.

Bizarrely obese Attorney says, "Mike, do you have a response?" he's mediating the breakfast !

I say, "no response to the list of ridiculous complaints, but I've got a comment on why I think we're really here:

this, your 5th marriage is in trouble, again, as usual

you're 84 years old & scared of dying because you have no faith in God because you think you're God

you've lost all your money and your investors money, again, gambling in the markets, again

and, from where I'm sitting, your plate looks pretty full, so mind your own business, you've got plenty to do, if you've got the balls to do it, because you're running out of time."

He can't talk he's so incensed. His face is bizarrely scrunched up; he's totally out of control, mumbling "I never expected this meeting to turn out like this", but it's difficult to make out what he's saying because he's so enraged.

No peace, no joy; just blame, resentments, criticism, judgement.

I say, "look at you, no wonder you don't sleep, you're out of control, you are a complete mess"

Fatso grovels, "Mike, we're not here to talk about Boone's sleeping problem."

And this fuckwad attorney, who's been enabling, cosigning & otherwise blessing my father's bullshit for 25 years, so he can marry, divorce, marry, divorce, etc., collecting millions in fees each time they bring another mess to an expensive, in more ways than one, end.

Whatever, That's it. Meeting over. I get up and leave, I'm done. What a pussy. What a joke. What a lie.

Then it hits me. This is who this guy has been, all my life.

He's come nowhere in 8 decades.

No Where.

Nothing.

Nada.

He's a 12 year old bully, on his playground, just like my LPC sister has been saying for the last 30 years.

This completely powerless mess of a human, lives to exert whatever power he can, over others, in an effort to feel powerful.

Good luck loseWhen I was a kid, I'd roll my eyes at his crap; he'd get so pissed, dragging me to his closet, whipping me with his favorite belt.

After he'd left the house, I'd go back in his closet and piss in the corner.

Fucker.