Warning- This post will more than likely be all over the place. I’ll start with the one who used to sell me weed in the office, Danielle Chieffa. Danielle was an odd thing. Hyper to the point where a prescription could have helped though they were probably on some sort of meds already.

A few years ago Danielle was out of the office a lot. They were in danger of being let go but that never happened. Raoul asked me to look out for them since Danielle lived in the basement of their mother’s house in their thirties and Danielle’s mother wasn’t doing too well healthwise.

And I did look out for Danielle, after all they were bringing in weed for various people in the office which was a violation of company policy which was laughable since most of the upper echelon of this legal beagle firm were potheads.

A text from Danielle: “Hey bud, just checking in and seeing how you were doing. I’ve felt like you’ve been annoyed at me or just in general and just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I hope you don’t feel like I’ve been ignoring you or anything. I just wanted to give you your space because like I said I felt like you just wanted to be left alone. I value you as one of my closest friends at the office and would hate see anything tarnish that. I mean who else can I talk movies and music with and all the kooks that appear on jeopardy haha. Anyway love ya bud and I’m always here for you always.”

Danielle wasn’t there for me at all. In fact. The day after I received that text, I asked if they was available for a chat, or a walk around the block. There was no response. An offer of lending an ear to what Danielle called a friend was nothing but words in a text. Danielle even ran it by Raoul before sending and Raoul thought it was a good idea.

For some godforsaken reason, I wanted to maintain some sort of friendship and looked up Danielle online. An NY Post article from 2010 popped up about Danielle’s time as an athletic supporter. I mentioned it to Danielle when I saw them which freaked Danielle out, so much that they ran to Raoul claiming they felt I was stalking them.

I am not one to stalk runts from Queens that live in their mother’s basement. Danielle made every effort never to cross paths with me and to a degree they succeeded. I for one, am grateful that because of the falling out, there was no invitation to Danielle’s wedding out on Long Island.

I saved some money and shed a relationship like a scab on the bottom of my foot. Now I will never see Danielle or their betrothed. Danielle is an idiot and a thirty-something little old lady. I harbor doubts that the marriage will last long.

They will be childless since Danielle is a child themself and there is only room in the crib for one. And I’m pretty sure the married couple are living in Danielle’s mother’s basement.