My boss is on a tirade this morning. I don’t know half the shizz he’s frantically emailing about. Seriously, he’s out of control - working from home this morning and blasting out hundreds of urgent emails about everything under the sun. He does this from time to time, but it’s one of those things where he thinks that everyone around him is incompetent and he wants to know where everyone is with every last detail of every one of their projects. I can’t think straight! At least I’m not the only one, but damn. It’s one of those days.
I’m taking a break from the spastic energy and coming here to say hello for a minute.
Later…
Now, it’s well past 5pm I’m just getting a chance to sit back down and gather my thoughts. What a day. It’s off the charts intense and only going to get worse as we had a bad July, sales-wise. I’ll be much better off after next week and my two BIG presentations at BIG ASS RETAILER. This is a different company than MASSIVE RETAILER, where I was last week. And these are two brand new presentations, I might add. No recycling of my presentation from last week whatsoever. This is brand new shit. And the two presentations are for two completely different product categories.
Joy.
Oh. And yesterday I found out something really shocking. I wonder if I wrote about some of these characters on OD. I’m going to have to go back and look.
Back in the day, when Best Bud and I started hanging out…which would have been around 1996, so pre-early days of OD and early days of Best Bud and me…she was living with this guy, platonically, because she’d just broken up with a serious boyfriend. Long story, but she’d moved in with this bachelor doctor party guy, who we ALL LOVED! He was this happy-go-lucky dude who just happened to have a super swank bachelor pad and a thriving medical practice. Best Bud lived with him for free in exchange for keeping his life in order - including some of his medical charts (believe it or not - he had patients’ charts all over his house!). The dude was totally ADD and kept terrible records, but otherwise he was extremely successful, friendly, cool.
This guy would throw parties like you’ve never seen before, and Best Bud and I got to be the hostesses with the mostesses. He’d have multiple bands play poolside in his backyard; he’d cater big barbeques; he’d have massive bars set up around the main house, by the pool house, in the yard…you get the idea. The guy was living the rockstar life and Best Bud and I got to bask in it as well.
We had a few years of amazing, crazy times together. I basically lived in that house with Best Bud and Doc. I was always there…even sometimes when they were not. I watched the house one summer when Best Bud, Doc and some other of their friends went on a SCUBA trip (I don’t dive) - I had a great time in the bachelor pad and even had a couple of tiny parties on my own!
[Side note: the house was once owned by a famous TV and movie actress. I can’t tell you who because it might give my location and identity away, though many of you know where I live…I’d still like to maintain a modicum of anonymity if possible]
Anywho.
Doc and I even went out together a couple of times, though we never had a connection in that way. Still, I considered him a good friend.
And like I said, he was an MD. He was a rehab doctor (spinal cord injuries, head injuries, etc) and he specialized in “pain management”. You know what that means, right? Lots of drugs. Lots of strong drugs. Lots of opioids.
But that was part of his business, and I didn’t really pay attention to his medical practice and I didn’t see drugs play a big role in his personal life…or really, even a small role. Everything to me was on the up-and-up.
And life went on. Best Bud moved out and got married and moved away. I moved on with whatever the fuck I was doing. Doc got married and moved out of the bachelor pad and into the (gasp) suburbs?!
We lost contact with Doc and as the years went by we’d hear tidbits of this or that…he was unhappy, cheating on his wife, there were stupid other things going on, he was getting divorced, blah, blah, blah.
When Best Bud moved back to [my city], she’d tried to get together with Doc, but he told her that he was too busy.
Flash forward to this weekend. Best Bud called me on Sunday while I was probably just getting home from my sexfest to give me an update on Doc. I, of course, didn’t get the message until Monday morning, and thankfully so, because it at least gave me an evening to bask in that sex glow.
Because Monday rolled around and she told me what she found out.
As you may know, there’s been a lot of press and government attention on the opioid epidemic in this country, right? It’s a HUGE deal. If you Google “doctor, arrest, opioids,” etc. you’re going to get dozens and dozens of articles about busts going down - especially a couple of weeks ago when there was a huge sting. And among this takedown, Doc was arrested on charges of fraud, money laundering…the list goes on… including the overdose deaths of several people.
The guy could get life in prison. Especially since there were other bad things going down in his life.
It was absolutely shocking to see all of the articles and images and information that could be found. It was also absolutely shocking to think that at one time we were such very close friends.
I don’t know what’s going to happen. I sincerely hope that the allegations are not true…but UGHHH, the evidence is so damning. And there’s even MORE to the horrible story that I can’t even go into because that would give the whole story away. It’s truly disturbing.
Best Bud says she’s absolutely willing to be a character witness, but I just wonder about that. Neither she nor I have seen him in 15 or so years! Is it even possible to be a character witness when you’ve been out of someone’s life for that long?
Regardless, it makes me sick to my stomach to think about all of this put together. I can’t believe this awful situation and yet…it’s so strange to be so far removed and yet feel so close to the guy, you know??
Okay. It’s taken me all freaking day to finally get this written. And there’s so much swirling around my brain. This, work, business trips, presentations, drugs, friends, lovers…the list goes on.
But I simply MUST go to bed now. I’m sure there will be more to write tomorrow.
Until then.
xox,
GS
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