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So yeah, I still haven’t discussed the whole Christine thing with el Bucko. And you’ll probably yell at me after this part.

He went out to play pool last night. He did call around 9 to tell me which pool hall he was at and that he had not been drinking and that he would probably be out later because he was doing so well. Fine with me.

Then at 3:20 am the phone rang. I answered the bedroom phone – it doesn’t have caller ID – and some guy asked me if Buck was home yet. Nope. And then he told me he was worried because HIS WIFE CHRISTINE was with Buck, “they hang out together” and that he was worried because she wasn’t home yet. Did I expect him anytime soon?

No, but I’ll be waiting up, wide awake NOW.

But wait . . . there’s more.

I got up and checked the caller ID and it was a familiar number. The number Buck has been telling me belongs to (an old friend) Mitch’s girlfriend who wants him to work on her car. Yeah. Right. I’ve been passing the fucking phone to him all the time when she calls and asks to talk to him – and he goes outside to smoke and talk to her – then rolls his eyes and tells me what a pain in the ass she is about her fucking car.

And I’m still trying to figure out if I even give a shit. Sometime in the next few days I’m gonna have to have the conversation. I’m just not looking forward to it.

The first time he tells me about getting pulled over by the cops, he’s alone.

And when he talks to the lawyer, he’s with some guy. He and some guy from the pool hall went to Denny’s for coffee and he got pulled over taking this guy back to his car.

So we finally get the copy of the police report in the mail today. The guy’s name was Christina. Yeah.

I read the report first, just because he hadn’t cleaned up after work yet. When he comes out of the bedroom he has this weird look on his face and asks me if the police report says anything different or important. And I smile and say, “No, I don’t think so. It seems pretty much as you told the lawyer.” And I wait til he walks past me into the kitchen and I mention politely, “Except for the part where the guy you told me you were with was actually a woman.”

“But I don’t feel like discussing it now. I have a headache and I’m already cranky so we’ll table that particular factoid for later.”

To which he sighs and wanders outside for about an hour. I’m fine. I’m peachy. If it were innocent, why did he lie? If it was not innocent, why do I not care – except that he lied?

Ain’t that some shit.

I wasn’t gonna go, but I needed to go to the bank this morning and it was on the way, so I went to court with Buck. And we stopped for breakfast at Burger King (I love payday) and still got there early. Plenty of time to sit quietly in the back of the courtroom and listen to the judge go over her spiel again – same as last time.

Didja know there’s a $250 fine for allowing your dog to roam free on public property?
Didja know you had to have business markings and working brakes on your commercial vehicle?
Didja know the prosecuting attorney is about 4 feet tall? Pretty girl, just really short.

Anyway, our high-priced attorney wanders in about 30 minutes after he told us to be there, laughed and chatted with said prosecutor and the judge and asked after the well-being of the clerk’s mother, so apparently he has been doing this a long time. Zip, zap, doodle and we’re out of there. We still don’t have the police report and neither does the prosecution. Everyone had a laugh about the ineptitude of Phoenix police officers. Frakking DUI task force had officers from all over. We can bitch because we’re in Mesa.

Continued to March 8th.