Customer Service:The Slow Downfall of Happiness [Chatper Eight]

Looking back in time, memories are distorted.
Shapes can change, people can say different things, the only thing that holds constant is the narrator's interpritation of the scene.
All my memories are a convoluted mess, they never seem to resurface in the right order.
One minute I'm nineteen, writing a story about my life, the next I'm seventeen and in high school talking to my brother and his future wife.
They're telling me to leave my girlfriend of one day because they over heard her talking an insane amount of 'shit' about me.
"I don't like Abbigale." Sakura tells me behind the scene shop. "She doesn't really like you."
And of course, I didn't listen. Almost a year later I'm completely changed in part because of Abbigale, and my father, and myself. You never really know how thankful you should have been until after you lose something. You can't see the forest through the trees. I didn't realize how much having my own room actually impacted me. How having that place to call home settles your heart. I didn't realize all of that until after my father asked me to leave his house. Much like his father did before him. But we all grow up to be our parent's in some way, right?
I remember he called me, I was outside of the highschool, with Abbigale, I was visiting her. I answered the phone.
"Put it on speaker phone." She whispered in my ear. I did.
"Son."
"Yeah, dad?"
"You spit in my face! You disrespected me. I want you out of my house. Go enslist in the air force or go live with your mom, but you're out of my house." He said. I couldn't even choke out an "Okay." I just started shaking and could feel all the repressed tears and sorrow from years past swell up and pour out of my eyes. I cried, for the first time in years, right there in Abbigale's arms. No one has ever seen me that fragile, and that's part of the reason I held onto her so hard. But sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't keep two people together. After months of heart ache and pain I had to break free from her. Enough was enough.
I never really knew if the miscarrage was real or not, I wasn't there to see it happen. But still, the emotional termoil we put each other through had to end, and so just before 2008 began, I broke away and didn't talk to her for about a year.
Its a strange thing, seeing someone you were so madly in love with after such a long time. You convince yourself you hate them, but one look at them and you remember why you fell for them in the first place. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, seeing Abbigale again, but I'm glad I did it.
Cut back to me age nineteen, still trying to make everyone happy. Writing makes me happy, but what I write and how I write makes others happy, or even sad and distraught. In those rare circumstances, I want to throw my gift away and find something else to fill my time with. But when your brother calls you, his voice shaking on the other end, you realize that what you do really does impact people, and where the impact is good, it also has to be bad.
My view of the past has been distorted, my view of the present as well. Its like Dr. Manhattan, seeing all time as one chopped up comic strip. Sometimes I have to tell myself the stories so that even I can believe them. Bella, I'm sorry for all the things I remember, and how the details can kill, the dialogue can hurt, but if you think the day will be a happy day it will be.
23's all around folks.
If you look for the bad, then you'll find it. If you look for the good, you will find it too. So if you dwell on the bad, that's how you'll reflect the world back to others, but if you take the world as it is, you'll see All is Full of Love.
And now that I've gotten all of the sad stuff off of my chest, like that big smelly pile of shit Omega says smells like Mexicans, I can continue on with my story of I met the girl who saved my life, and made me do things I would have otherwise never done.
I love my brothers, my Spartan and Baddreamsrpayers brothers, those who resided with me at Coney Island and those yet to come, I love you.
I love my family, my mother and father, my step mother, and all of my sisters.
I love all those people from the past, who hurt me, I am who I am because of you, I would have never met Bella without you, but most of all.
I love you, Bella.
Now, where was I? Oh, yeah!
This one time back stage Kim Je-Min told us he fucked a laundry basket. Then Carrios showed us his dick. Then....

-Sir Jestro