2019-10-16 - A Back and Forth Between Georgies

(TXT to Kelsey) Nasir : sup

(TXT to Kelsey) Nasir : is this Crazy Clayton, the man, the myth, the legend???????

(TXT to Kelsey) Nasir : wait fuck, wrong number, DON'T ANSWER BACK

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : hahaha, holy shit, okay; okay, TAKE TWO, is this CRAZY CLAYTON THIS TIME

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : Take two? And this is Alexander Clayton. Who is this?

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : i fucking, dude, i'm like trying to text your number and instead I texted this baller chick im dating

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : this is Nasir man who else, I mean, do you have any other friends?????

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : ???????

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : Nasir? Oh.

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : Mr. Ibn Khairan. How are you?

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : wat

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : wtf do u mean "Mr. Ibn Khairan", no one calls me that, even my Drill Sergeant called me Mr. Tumbleweed, because he thought i had shit in my brain

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : thats is not permission to call me that

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : Lucky for you, I despise nicknames.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : cool, so lets move on, wtf happened last night

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : What do you mean?

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : ok so hold on, i know i went to a diner, but then i was like, home, kind of home, and my head hurt, and i woke nauseated as hell, so what happened dude i remember your face man i remember your fucking face so don't play thug with me dog or i'll go to your house i know where you live

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : You were high on something. You ate the diner's omelette, which you should know better than to do. I walked you back to the trailer park so that you didn't bother anyone. There may have been vomiting at some point. I'm trying not to remember it that clearly.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : fuck

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : alright, so that is why I member its because you got me home, that is why i member then

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : Yes. Are you well?

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : no, i feel like absolute fucking dogshit, so i guess that means im okay since thats the norm you know what i mean

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : why did you help me

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : I was worried you would not get safely home without assistance.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : why were you worried, like, why were you helping me, supposedly you have a gf so its not like you want to cut my ass like a birthday cake and eat it so why, are you a stand-up, worried citizen? is that it

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : If you're dead or in jail, you can't buy me a new mailbox.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : thug

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : you're abusing a veteran with ptsd

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : I'm not a thug. And I'm not abusing you. Walked you home, remember? Also drove you home.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : yeah but you should have the solidarity to know that the mailbox thing was a mistake and not a debt to be repaid like, wtf is this, a port town, and you are the italian mafia or something

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : I accept it was a mistake. Which is why I didn't call the cops. But I still need a new mailbox. You can buy one or help me build one when you're something approaching sober. And I am neither Italian nor involved in organized crime.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : man you need to a chill pill ur taking this 2 fucking seriously lololololo why are you explaining yourself like this its like youre from the fucking movies or some shit dude this is the real world im not going to call the mexican supercop captain guy to come take you away i pinky promise

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : You're a frustrating person.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : im sorry, yesterday i was told someone i cared about died, so im like, extra me

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : this kind of went a little bit out of track, its not why i messaged you

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : I'm sorry to hear that. Who?

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : hank

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : Mr. Winslow? From the Pawn Shop?

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : yeah, hank

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : Yes. That was unfortunate.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : you know what happened? went to the shop the other day thinking id finally see him again, i put it off because i didnt think hed want to see me be a drunk piece of shit mess but then i kind of realized hed love to see me be a drunk piece of shit mess but it was just his kid, lilith, and what i can only imagine was her boyfriend, byron

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : she broke the news on me, right as we were having a job interview so it kind of fucked me up, and the interview, all nicely together

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : ::frowny face emoji:: Oh. Yes. That would go badly. I'm sorry.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : its cool dude, anyway, thats not why i texted you, and im making the decision not to call you Crazy Clayton anymore, its only Alexander from now on, promise

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : I appreciate that, Nasir. So, I'll bite. What is the reason you texted me?

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : alright so here is whats up

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : im all about repaying favors and shit, its about karma, and im super down to the whole shrink stuff, but im not doing that shit alone

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : so im thinking shit, why doesn't Crazy Clayton come with me see this Vivian doctorperson, and maybe you know, its a bit easier

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : Alexander I mean

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : All right. If Dr. Glass is ok with it, then I'm happy to go with you.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : alright so here is what needs to happen, i dont actually remember where you live so i need your address again so that i can pick you up

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : and i have a policy never to talk to shrinks directly through phones so if you could set up the meeting thatd be awesome too you know what im saying

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : I could meet you at your place, but I'm at 13 Elm. And I can set up the meeting, sure.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : thanks

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : really

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : No need for gratitude. Just a mailbox.

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : ::smiley face emoji::

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : yyyyy ill build u one right now dude but its completely my prerogative how its getting built deal??? also what do you drink the most in terms of alcoholic beverage, ill hook u up, unless its coke zero, then i will have to consider it

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : I occasionally have a beer but I don't drink much alcohol. And that's fine. With the building. But if it's obscene or unusable, I will frown.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : its going to be awesome man, this is what i do, trust

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : Corona? Budweiser? Polar?

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : Let's say Corona.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : aight, hmu when you talk to shedoctor and well meet at my junkyard, then ill drive us on over

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : You have a junkyard?

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : i mean its a trailer but its got like a lot of junk around it so i call it the junkyard you know

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : Oh. That makes sense. I'll do that. Have to go out of town for a day or so, but we'll schedule it.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : lucky you, dont come back if you can help it pal

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : it fuuuuuucking suuuuucks here

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : It's a terrible place. Yes.

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : well make it better

(TXT to Alexander) Nasir : take care dog

(TXT to Nasir) Alexander : Take care, Nasir.