Maxima

May 2008

John and I had a fight about something. I don't remember what it was about.  Probably money, if I had to guess.  It was nothing new, or major, I'm sure. Same shit all the time. 

He left for work in the usual fashion. Some time around 3ish?  I knew not to expect him home at any reasonable time because tonight was the retirement party for one of his NYPD buddies- who'd been on the job for 30 years.  And also because he was never home at a reasonable hour.

At this time, my sister was also living at the house with us.  Initially, I thought this was gonna be a great fun idea... then it turned out that she worked a lot of reeeally early morning hours.. so I watched her daughter during the days and by the time she got home in the afternoon, she was just about ready to hit the sack. 

The next day, after the NYPD retirement party, I started my day in the usual fashion.   After a little while, I wondered where John was. He usually poked his head in when he got home, but last night, he didn't.  I checked the guest bedroom.  I checked the attic bedroom.  Nothing. He hadn't come home. He was not home. This was weird.

As much of a strained relationship we had at this point, he always came home. Always.  This was definitely weird.  I tried calling his cell phone for hours. Nothing.. 

Once it became afternoon--- when all the alcoholic creeps started waking up, I started making phone calls. 

No one knew where he was.  Lots of guys say they remember him being at the bar late the night before for the party, but no one could tell me where he was now.

Hours passed.  I went through the day as though it was any other normal day.. I put J to bed, and came downstairs to my sister on the couch.  It was now that I finally broke down.. Where is he???? What happened to him??? I know I can't stand him most of the time, but I don't want something terrible to have happened to him!  Where is he?  I had reached out to all of his siblings by this point, hoping that maybe he had retreated upstate to one of them. Nothing.

Finally, at some point that night (day 2)  I received a call from his brother.  John was in jail.  He had been arrested the night before on dwi charges, and was in general lock up in the bronx.  General lock up.. in. the. bronx.

Let me paint a quick picture of John.  On a normal day, he looks like a cop.  Or, more accurately, he looks like Jfk's less attractive cousin.  He's got sandy hair and a pink face that screams of the fact that he was once covered in freckles before age took over.  He is prone to sweater vests and mahogany colored shoes with tassels.  He's not necessarily the typical inmate in the bronx correctional facility.  This raised some concern on my part.  This was NOT a place where John could use his charm and charisma to get by.

Finally, after about 36 hours, I heard from his brother that he was being released, and was headed up to his other brother's house for a shower and sleep.

The stupid fuck.  That's right, go upstate and continue avoiding your wife. That's the right idea. 

He took my beautiful red maxima out and crashed it into a COP CAR (did I forget to mention that?) and next he decided to hide out at his brother's house upstate. Also, he didn't have a driver's license.