Posted: Sep 13, 2006 7:43 am
Rhea and I were at the Hickory Ridge Mall, after the first or second of his escapes, with a couple of girls. We were standing at outside the entrance to the new wing (Camelot Music, etc) when a pick-up truck drove by. The bed was full of shirtless metalheads (the real type, not hipsters that woke up one day and decided to adopt metal and a dirtbag aesthetic, not that that even existed then). One of them screamed, "I was in rehab with that guy!!!!" Mr. Rhea was embarrassed. I used to mention JDRhea casually around Mid-South Hospital and the staff, no shit here, told me to "never mention that name." AND....I had a probation officer when I was 17. This was the fallout from a DUI (at 16), and several public drunkenness charges. He gave me a curfew of 12, and I had to call his phone and give him a page when I got in at night. Of course, he was an ex-con that had turned his shit around and was working as a social worker, or perhaps at a lower level than social worker. His classic line with me was: "You can't con a con." Well, asshole, I did, if you can call it a "con." Maybe if he had stayed awake until 12, he'd catch on that I was not calling from my house on occasion. He knew I was up to shit, but could never catch me, and it drove him mad. He would call up at random time, say, four in the afternoon. "What are you doing?"
"I'm listening to music."
(I'd tell him the aforementioned name)
"That guy is trouble. His name rings out all over juvie and the rehabs. Put your mom on, that guy is leaving."
When I turned 18, I called him up and said, "You know, I turned 18 today."
"Well, I'm firing you. I'm not happy with your work on me. I'll no longer need your services." I hung up. I would have never treated him this way had he been a likeable guy, or even tried to level with me. Instead, he was this faux-badass, self-righteous asshole that never once attempted to be approachable or anything better than condescending. Fuck him to this day.