In the middle of church, Tina's brother, Jesse, kept passing notes to me. Yes, Jesse has a mental problem, and you can barely understand his fucking speech. He was in the next aisle. He's been told not to pass notes to people while service was going on, but continues to pass them to me, partly because no one sees him do it, and because I accept the notes. He was asking to sit next to me, which I had said no the first time. Then he looked really sad. I didn't mean it to seem like I was rejecting him, I just wanted to be alone so I could not have any distractions while pastor was talking (good lie, hahaha). So I said yeah, sure, you can.
Now when he got there, he sat reeeeeal close, and put his arm around me. And if that wasn't enough to make me uncomfortable, occasionally, he get right in my face, for whatever reason. I know what some of you are saying, "I don't want him to sit near me because he's a retard". Yes. I don't like fat retards who fart uncontrollably and smell and drool hanging on me and getting in my face But I didn't say anything, because that's what people would think. So I just sat there. Cause i'm a nice guy.
And he calls my house. One night my mom picked up the phone. I had no idea who it was at first, and my mom said:
Mom: "Hello, who's this? Who are you looking for? What? Huh? *sigh* Hold on..."
*Hands the reciever to me*
Mom: *whispers* "Is this a prank call or something? One of your friends?"
Brian: 0_o "Huh?"
So the call lasted about 30 seconds (which involves me listening to nothing and/or him saying something I can't understand). After I got off, my mom asked, "Is he retarded?" And I said, "Yes, yes he is". She then said, "Seriously?", and I said, "Yeah!"
It's my fault though, I actually gave him my damnned number too. He asked me to write it down, so I wrote it down, but switched some numbers to make it look real (but it wasn't). Somehow, he knew what I did then and there and asked me to fix it. Like he knew what my number was exactly, which he did. So I wonder, if he knew my number, why did he ask me for it? I know that seems mean, but I think he's been known to call people in the wee hours of the morning. :/ I mean, I don't wish him death, but I wish he'd fucking stop calling here. It seems like I have a retarded b/f.
This is why I don't go to church anymore. Thanks Jesus.
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