Chapter 1
Patrick Darcy
MIND GAMES, IN THE KEY OF C CHAPTER ONE
AUTHOR: PATRICK DARCY AN ACT OF KINDNESS
February 13, 1996. Today I begin the book. First draft begins. Fire for
effect.
LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED
LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED
LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED
LOVE IS..... Beatles
It began about twelve years ago. I was living in a duplex and over the
years it seemed I had somehow outgrown the place. The thought of moving
almost made me cringe. But I knew that if I was to continue to grow that
I had to do just that. I then contacted several of my customers to see
what they had available in a three bedroom unit. I looked around in
Austin and found this pretty decent house for lease. I had been working
for this particular company for several years, and they were one of my
largest clients. They had always been trying to get me to move into one
of their homes. And I thought why not. Always in the past I had never
rented from one of my customers. I thought that if the business for
whatever reason went bad then I would be stuck living in a home that was
rented to me by someone that I used to work for. Anyway I decided to
check to see what they had. After several different stops I found this
old house. As I walked through the place I acquired a feeling of calm.
This was an older place and it just seemed to fit. It wasn't quite as
nice as where I was living already but I liked it just the same. Maybe
more. There were all these trees and with three bedrooms I could have
the darkroom and the weight room I had always wanted. I decided that
this was it. I returned to the management company and told them that I
wanted to take it. After filling out what seemed like reams of papers I
was now set. I paid the money and started to move in. I hired a homeless
man to help me move. What a chore this was. A house full of stuff and
three cars. I just hate moving. Better settle in for a while.
Once this was done and everything was put up and my house was
ready I sat down. Everything was in its place. There was a sense of
being alone. Too much organization. To me to be too organized is not
what I have strived for. I think a little mess here and there is much
better than perfection. There was a sense, a feeling that something was
missing. After awhile I realized what was wrong. I needed some company.
While feeling alone and wondering what to do about it I thought,
well, a women would be nice, but that would take too long and besides, I
might make a bad pick. No, I needed something less expensive and
something that was easier to train. How about a dog. Yea, a great big
dog.
The next day I drove on down to the local humane society to find one. As
I pulled up to the place a feeling of sadness came over me. There were
people there that were actually dropping off their dogs. I just couldn't
believe it. I would never give up my dog if I had one. Never. I looked
around and saw where I needed to go and went. With all the people in the
place , and with all the dogs barking I soon realized that to get a dog
you first had to find the one you wanted. I went up and down the aisles
with cages on both sides looking for a dog just for me. I found so many
of them that I just felt like I wanted to take them all home with me, or
at least set them free from this prison, give them a chance , give them
a chance to live. They only had three days to find homes. Three days and
death.
Because I felt bad about them going to die, I didn't know which one I
wanted to save. That is before I walked down an aisle and there was this
puppy. He was sort of sad looking and as I walked by his cage almost
missing him altogether he started to howl. I stopped and looked in,
there he was, this big white puppy about ten to fifteen pounds. He just
looked at me with those big brown eyes. I couldn't look any further. I
looked around and there weren't any people around so I just opened his
cage and got inside with him. He just loved that. He started to jump
around and he wanted to play. He even wanted to shake hands. This was
great. A big white dog, just a puppy and he was practically trained
already. I remember the people walking by and feeling sort of silly for
being in the cage with the dog. It seemed that when people would walk by
and see us they would look at me kind of funny and walk on. I told the
dog that I would be right back and not to worry, soon he would have a
home to go to. I exited the cage and wrote down it's number. I got the
number and waited in line to have my turn. When I finally had my turn I
was told that the dog had already been spoken for. What a blow. After
all this trouble and the dog I picked had already been picked by someone
else. The lady at the counter told me that I could come by the next day
at ten o`clock and if the other people that wanted him didn't come back
then I could have em.
The next day I was there way before ten a.m . As soon as they opened I
had to wait for a while and then finally they let me in. I immediately
went to his cage and guess what? He was gone. I looked in the other
cages around his, just in case I had made a mistake and still I couldn't
find him. I thought that maybe someone had moved him. I started to look
in the cages on one side of the place and looked in every single cage
there was and still no dog. I then went to the other building and looked
in all of the cages that were there. And again still no dog. I went back
to the office and waited in line. When my time finally came again I
explained that the dog I wanted wasn't where he was suppose to be. The
lady in the office did some checking but nobody knew where he was. Oh
no! He was lost. The search began.
I went looking in all the cages to locate the dog again, and while I was
doing this the people in the office began to search elsewhere. It turned
out that one of the men that worked there decided that he needed a bath.
He was found. He wasn't completely dry yet, but at least we knew where
he was. I paid my money and promised to do all the good dog things that
they make you do at these places. They gave me a leash and we started to
leave. My new dog didn't seem to want to mind me too well. I thought,
this little guy just tricked me. In his cage he was perfect, outside he
was awful. I managed to get his leash on and out the door we went. After
a little struggle that I won we managed to get into the car.
Presto, as soon as we were in the car the dog jumped right into
the front seat just like he owned the place. He kept pushing up besides
me and positioned himself to look out the back window. Because he had
been in the dryer for a while but not for long enough to be completely
dry, he sort of smelled kind of funny, so I opened up the windows to let
in some fresh air. He immediately jumped on to the door and stuck his
head out the window. He would always do this when we would go someplace.
We had a fun drive home, especially with the people passing us up and
looking at my dog with his head out the window.
As I pulled up in the drive, my dog decided to jump out the
window and then started running around in the yard. I had a little talk
with him and he learned he just couldn't do that. He seemed to learn
rather quickly. We both seemed to be rather pleased with each other. We
got along just great and he seemed to be told certain things just once
and would learn. That was true about nearly everything, but not about
staying out of the trash. He would always wait till I was not looking or
out of the room and then he would sneak and get in the trash. I didn't
seem to ever break him of this bad habit. Luckily he didn't have very
many of them. When he wanted attention or anything else he would make a
strange noise. Sort of like this. Argghhh. When he did this he would
usually get what he wanted. I was being very well trained. Oh well, it
was fun.
We did a lot of things together and life was great. One of the funny
things about him was that he grew up to be about seventy five pounds. He
just seemed to keep growing and growing. We used to get in the car and
sometimes we would go to the area lakes and parks. Sometimes in the
summer when it was really hot I would take him to bull creek. When we
would pull up and I would park the car he would sit and have a fit till
I said Okay, and then he would jump out of the car and check out the
place. Even though he was so big and furry, you see he was a Samayed, he
never liked the water much. I through him into the river a few times
here and there and he always just swam right back out. He did like to
lay in the water if it was six inches or so deep but any more deep then
this and he just wouldn't get in. I used to splash him with water to
cool him down, but no matter what he just never became a swimmer. The
best thing he did when we were out was drawn attention to us. Every time
a women would see him and he her he would go over and sit down and want
to shake hands. They just loved him for that. I had met many people
because of him. We were just about perfect for each other. We had so
many wonderful times together. Me and my dog. About eleven years later
it came time to move. The owner of my house wanted to remodel it and put
it on the market, so we began to search for a new place to live.
George, who lived across the street said he could use a roommate. He
said he wasn't a big dog fan but that he could deal with us. I had a few
discussions about us becoming roommates and even though I knew better
than to move in across the street, I did it anyway.
One of the things that told me not to move in was a few days
before I was to do it I brought my dog over to get used to being there
more and more. In the past when I visited, my dog would just go home
whenever he felt like it. He would dig holes under the fence or if the
gate was open he would just leave and go home and wait for me at the
door. I knew that I had to make him want to stay there. I then informed
George that I needed to do some dog training over at his place. He said
OK. When it was late that night I had my dog on the outside of the
sliding glass door and I was sitting on the inside. I decided to lay on
the carpet for awhile so he could see me and hopefully not want to
leave. I then told myself that I was NOT going to fall asleep. It then
grew later and I got a little tired. I grabbed a pillow from off the
couch so I could be a little more comfortable. I then decided to rest my
eyes, just for a minute. The next morning I awoke and couldn't believe
what I had done. I looked out and there he was. My dog didn't even run
away. He seemed to know this was his new home.
Also before I moved in I was painting the house (the interior). When
George came in from work that afternoon he sat down and sort of looked
at me kind of funny. I just kept on painting. George kept looking at me
kind of funny and then finally I thought , well come on and say it,
you've definitely have something to say. I was informed that being that
my rent didn't start for three or four more days that he decided that I
owed him six dollars and twenty five cents , the rent for sleeping on
the floor. I was furious. I informed him that if I was to pay the money
that he would need to pay me for painting the place and for cleaning the
carpet. Good grief. What a fool. I knew this was a mistake but I was
committed. The only clue was the look on his face when he was
distressed. I did it anyway.
Sometimes in your life, for no apparent reason you know that a
decision you are making is wrong. You don't know why a simple decision
of where to live seems to be so ominous. You do it anyway. When this
happens you get what we will call a puzzle. There had been other things
that told me not to move in. I did it anyway. I knew George had problems
getting along with others, but I did it anyway. George and I had had so
many disagreements in the past and still I did it anyway. I didn't have
much in common with George and yet I was drawn in. I was aware from the
start this was not for me and still I did it anyway. Have you ever met
someone who you really didn't want to be around, for all their
negativity and yet you did it anyway. What a puzzle. And soon I was to
find out.
For months before he died it seemed I could feel his presence wane. Some
days he was strong and some days he was weak. In the warmth of summer we
would play and sometimes while playing he would lose his strength, and
stumble, and fall. But always he would get back up and go again. The
moments we had in the last few months of his life were the best. When
you know your are going to lose something you love you learn to
appreciate it the more. I would sit with him sometimes and think of all
the good times. I could see occasionally the loss of brightness in his
eyes and sometimes could feel the dimming of his mind. Occasionally I
could speak to him and he seemed to not know who I was. He seemed to
lose his awareness, but only for short periods of time. This was
something I would learn to live with, never to enjoy, but would accept
as inevitable.
When around others I would always act as if nothing was ever
wrong and life was beautiful. For it really was. On a few occasions
while others were around he would lose his strength and it was at these
times I felt my worst, not wanting to burden others with what was on my
mind and not knowing how to tell anyone of how I felt or even the
purpose of telling anyone. What was the point. He was going to die
anyway. He was my glorious, big, white dog, my companion when I brought
him along and my friend , and always ready to listen. His name was
Zeiss, and now my story begins.
It was warm that day in Austin, The summer days always seem to be so
warm. I got up from bed, took my shower and checked on Zeiss. He seemed
to be fine. He was playful and funny and when I let him back in the
house he immediately waited for me to leave for a minute and got in the
trash and made a mess all over the place. I didn't get upset with him
but told him not to do it again. Just like all the other times.
I put Zeiss outside and gathered my stuff for work. I do several kinds
of work. I clean carpets for a living and I am also a photographer. In
my photography I most of the time mix things together to get a glorious
picture. My work looks like it is really there, but the reality of it is
that most of my photography is fantasy. Sort of almost surreal, I had
five or six carpets to clean and had a pretty good day. My customers
seemed to be in rather good spirits and I worked and sweated and worked
some more. I felt great.
When I came home things seemed to be so right. Zeiss hadn't had a bad
day in a while and I had put his dying out of my mind. After I came home
and did some every day chores my roommate and some other friends were
there. We were all having a good time and then it happened. Zeiss went
down. This time he was not to get up again. As he lay on the floor I
tried talking to him and tried to comfort him. In the past when this
would happen I could always talk him back to me, but this time it was
not meant to be.
When you know and wish against it, but there seems nothing you can do,
hang together, never waiver, for when someone or something gives you
years of love, there could come a time to repay. By giving fully and
holding back nothing for yourself you will learn. You will learn that
the more you give the more you will always get back. You will learn that
all painful things come to pass. When you give your all and ask for
nothing, when you do as you must, when you feel the pain and you push
forward you will have what we will call "An Act Of Love".
Our friends left and as the night wore on , us alone, talking and
laughing and remembering the good times, the time came to take care of
my responsibility. Zeiss was making a small noise, "Wuf Wuf " as if to
say I understand what you must do and I love you in a dog sort of way.
Whatever he was saying, I wouldn't have missed it for the world. This
was the time to do what was painful and sad, but do it I must.
Life is not always laughter and fun. Sometimes there are serious things
that must be done. Anyway I put Zeiss in the car and started to drive to
the vet. As soon as he was in the car and we were leaving he stopped
making that noise. He struggled to get up in the seat and put his head
out the window but just couldn't do it. He lay there and I kept on
driving. When I pulled into the emergency room that night there were
others there with their pets. Some of them were crying, because they had
to put their animals to sleep. If you don't want to see a sad bunch of
people don't go to the animal emergency room at two or three o'clock in
the morning. I went outside to sit with Zeiss and smoke a cigarette,
trying to find a way out of this situation. I looked at Zeiss and knew
there was no way out and I said a few words to him. These words I will
keep to myself. I caught my breath and took him inside. There were too
many people in there so I laid him on the floor and waited for someone
to come to the front desk. None of the people in the place had much to
say. It seemed sort of strange to me that so many people could be in
such need of being talked to and yet no one spoke . In a few minutes
someone came to the desk and I told them that I had called earlier and
that I was there to put my dog to sleep. They told me to wait for a
little while. I did and then a vet came over to see Zeiss and when he
bent down to check him Zeiss barked and bit him. This was the first
time Zeiss had ever bitten anyone in his life. Good for him. We picked
him up and took him into this room and everyone left. They left so we
could have some time together. I was feeling terrible about now. I got
this feeling of being very much alone. Loneliness is not a feeling I
hardly ever get but I sure had it now.
The door opened and three people came in. They weighed Zeiss so that
they would know how much drug to give him. I just went along with what
they were doing. I asked them if they were sure that he wouldn't feel
any pain and they assured me he would not. They tied his leg and gave
him an injection. Almost instantly he was dead. Zeiss just slumped in my
arms and it was over. My glorious dog was no more. I paid to have him
taken care of because I didn't have a place to bury him. Once this was
over I looked at him and actually felt good. I knew his time had come
and I had done what was necessary. While he was laying there I looked at
him very carefully. He seemed to be at peace. No more pain, no more loss
of memory, no more falling down. I burned this picture in my mind, never
to forget.
I drove home it seemed as if in a daze. I really couldn't hear the radio
playing and what traffic there was seemed almost not to exist. I
realized at this point just how attached to my dog I had become. This
was a scary feeling because for years I felt that I would never become
attached to anyone or anything again. Just goes to show that you can be
wrong. When I got home I put on some music and smoked a joint. I sat
there and remembered the good times we had had. I remembered the years
of giving he had for me. I felt sad and good at the same time. I had
loved my dog and would always remember him well. Soon I was asleep.
The next morning I awoke and the whole house was full of dog fur. I
guess when an animal is about to die they can sometimes lose their fur.
I vacuumed up all the hair and got ready for work. The house seemed
different this morning. There was a sense of emptiness. One that I have
never ever enjoyed.
I was out the door and into my work. As my good fortune would have it, I
was extra busy working this day. It seemed the more I worked the better
I felt and the better I felt the more I wanted to work. My customers
seemed to be in good spirits and the day went quite well.
When my work day was over I drove home and pulled up to the curb. There
were some cars there of some of our friends. I sat in the car for a
little while and then I sort of broke down. I just couldn't go inside.
My room mate George was there and he had a way of saying the wrong thing
at the right time. I didn't want to take the chance in front of other
people that he would say something rude. I drove to the store and bought
a soda and came home. I took the chance and hoped for the best. True to
what I had learned to expect George asked me in front of our guests
where Zeiss was at. I responded by saying that he could probably guess,
being that I was there and he wasn't. We had a few words and I then
remembered the night before. I remembered with a smile on his face how
he told me I could borrow his gun and shoot Zeiss in the head. I
remembered how he told me his brains would go all over the yard. And
when he mentioned with a laugh and that smile on his face to be sure and
put a pillow in front of the gun, so that the brains would not splash
all over me, my energy just seemed to almost vanish. He had told me that
this had always worked for him.. He told me how this just couldn't fail.
And he was absolutely right. Even though his honesty, as brutal as it
was, was not something he really expected me to do, I felt myself slip,
my anger gave way to despair. I knew this person had never been my
friend, but even I was amazed at how cold and disgusting this human
being really was. In a moment when you'd expect the most callous of
minds to give you a break this one chose to attack. Something died that
day. For the first time in my life I realized I had met a being with
absolutely no positive value. At least for me. Another piece to my
puzzle had been presented. We will call this "Learning how to deal with
the Dark Side"
One of my better friends stepped in at some point and told me that he
felt that Zeiss had been a great dog and that he couldn't have had a
better owner than me. These are the words that seemed to make me feel so
sad at the time, but would later come in handy when it was my time to
rebuild. It was comforting to know that there are those people out there
that live their own wonderful full lives and yet will take a moment to
stop and give. To give when they feel the need is there. To give and ask
nothing in return. This is what we will call "AN ACT OF KINDNESS". For
this I will never forget. I realized that the world would be mine again
some day. I just knew it would. But at this point I wanted nothing more
than to be alone. I felt betrayed by someone who even though I knew I
couldn't trust and had learned to guard against, still had managed to
make such an impression on me. Another piece to the puzzle. But for now
I wanted nothing more than to be left alone. I now was in my own little
world. Just me and memories. I wanted nothing more. And I got exactly
what I wanted.
Remember that you can have a sort of control over others by
just being negative. There is no value to this and there are no rewards
to this. Even though this will get you by for the moment, be careful,
for this is robbing others of their energy. While it may seem to make
you feel better to make others feel bad, this will not continue long.
Look out, for if you do this you will pay the price. For with every
ounce of energy in my being, I will change the rules. I will stack the
deck against those that try to rob from others. I will not rest till
this is done. I will make this my quest. And I will not rest till I
have accomplished my goal. Remember the price is very steep and pay you
will. For this is a rule of the Universe.
love
Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/
Before you buy.
Ethen
it means she doesnt like you. I doubt it very much she loves you.
Ethen
You are a strange little boy, Your post are always odd and crazy, Maybe you
have a drinking problem and it so happens you decided to read ars while
severly hammerd. You do make me laugh. How many chapters is your "Book"?
Does it have to do with scientology? I would suggest may be you start a web
site just get a free web page from gecities or something. You could post
your whole book. Then when you post stuff on Co$ you could just include a
reffrence to your web page in your signature. Posting long, non cos related
stuff to ARS isnt cool from what I gather. I think this news group is for
stuff about scientology. All though your story maybe entertaining it might
not be the best place to display it.
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spin...@NOSPAMcanada.com (Ethen).
From: none.
Wrote on the subject: Re: Chapter 1:
>Your post regarding Barb also seem a bit freaky. If a woman doesnt like you
>it means she doesnt like you. I doubt it very much she loves you.
Some men, can't interpret a NO for what it stands for. For some men
(often those that abuse and rape women) a NO means:
"Yes my big stallion, I want you now."
If for some odd reason, they find a woman that really says YES, the
urinaticus apparaticus will only hang straight down, and smell like a
dead fish :-)
Strange world we live in I'd say, some becomes abusers and rapists, and
other becomes supporters of a criminal cult of thieves and thughs.
Sten-Arne
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sitting on a nerve, and it's gone on so many years the nerve
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This explains why a tactile process works - you run tactile on the
bed, etc, after an accident and the guy comes out of it.
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Patrick Darcy
if u'r trying to get people to stop for a moment and rethink,
then posting my book just might work. if it doesnt work for
u, just pass it by. some will read my book and hopefully get
a fresh start by thinking where they were before they joined
a new age church, some will not. besides if people can be
convinced they are covered in space aliens, maybe just maybe
they can be convinced that they can have love. even the
church says that its compatible with christianity, and
if the church has no love, what could my book hurt silly.
--
to break a heart u must first have love
to repair a heart u must have love again
Steve Zadarnowski
>It began about twelve years ago.
Only you didn't write this, did you.
S
barb
are a twee affectation, how irritating!
--
barb (banned by Boston)
"In the battle of sticks and stones $cientology wins once in a while,
because they put their faith in sticks and stones. But in the spiritual
battle, which this really is, $cientology is a pathetic, perpetual
loser. In the spiritual battle, $cientologists are already lost."
(c) Gerry Armstrong
barb
>
> Your post regarding Barb also seem a bit freaky. If a woman doesnt like you
> it means she doesnt like you. I doubt it very much she loves you.
Assuming I'm a woman, of course! I could be a talking monitor lizard.
barb
the term 'thugh!' Thug + ugh...sez it all!
heh heh!
ŠAnti-CultŽ - www.users.wineasy.se/noname/ wrote:
>
> On Sun, 06 Feb 2000 07:12:14 GMT.
> In Message-ID: <i99n4.2092$jW4....@news0.telusplanet.net>
> spin...@NOSPAMcanada.com (Ethen).
> From: none.
> Wrote on the subject: Re: Chapter 1:
>
> >Your post regarding Barb also seem a bit freaky. If a woman doesnt like you
> >it means she doesnt like you. I doubt it very much she loves you.
>
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barb <bw...@pacbell.net>.
From: Pacific Bell Internet Services.
Wrote on the subject: Re: Chapter 1:
>It might have been a typo, or it may be intentional, but I really like
>the term 'thugh!' Thug + ugh...sez it all!
>heh heh!
Yeah, it was a typo, but if you like the term, feel free to use it :-)
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barb
the term 'thugh!' Thug + ugh...sez it all!
heh heh!
ŠAnti-CultŽ - www.users.wineasy.se/noname/ wrote:
>
> On Sun, 06 Feb 2000 07:12:14 GMT.
> In Message-ID: <i99n4.2092$jW4....@news0.telusplanet.net>
> spin...@NOSPAMcanada.com (Ethen).
> From: none.
> Wrote on the subject: Re: Chapter 1:
>
> >Your post regarding Barb also seem a bit freaky. If a woman doesnt like you
> >it means she doesnt like you. I doubt it very much she loves you.
>
> Some men, can't interpret a NO for what it stands for. For some men
> (often those that abuse and rape women) a NO means:
>
> "Yes my big stallion, I want you now."
>
> If for some odd reason, they find a woman that really says YES, the
> urinaticus apparaticus will only hang straight down, and smell like a
> dead fish :-)
>
> Strange world we live in I'd say, some becomes abusers and rapists, and
> other becomes supporters of a criminal cult of thieves and thughs.
>
> Sten-Arne
>
> --
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> ++++++++++++ SACRED CULT SCRIPTURE +++++++++++++
>
> Some people who are deaf or blind might simply have a cluster
> sitting on a nerve, and it's gone on so many years the nerve
> atrophies. Catatonics may be suffering from this sort of knockout.
> This explains why a tactile process works - you run tactile on the
> bed, etc, after an accident and the guy comes out of it.
>
> --NED for OTs Series 22
> LRH;dm:kjm
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barb (banned by Boston)
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barb
>
> Your post regarding Barb also seem a bit freaky. If a woman doesnt like you
> it means she doesnt like you. I doubt it very much she loves you.
Assuming I'm a woman, of course! I could be a talking monitor lizard.
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barb (banned by Boston)
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Steve Zadarnowski
>It began about twelve years ago.
Only you didn't write this, did you.
S
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Before you buy.
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barb
are a twee affectation, how irritating!
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barb (banned by Boston)
"In the battle of sticks and stones $cientology wins once in a while,
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