Well, I drove Nick on Tuesday to get the concert tickets. I was supposed to go pick him up after he got out of school at 3:22, but I left a little late. It's his dad's week to have the kids, so I caught him when he was almost to his uncle's house, where his dad now lives, in the Spring Brook mobile home park where his grandma used to be manager before she passed away. He saw my car and stopped. He said that we'd have to stop by his uncle Brent's house first so he can drop his stuff off and he could show me his new game called "Zone of the Endors 2", the sequel to the first one, which he also has. I was also supposed to borrow a few of his CDs for me to rip and give back. He also brought to my attention that his dad said that if we were to go get tickets today, then I'd first have to agree to have a short conversation with him wherein I was supposed to talk to him like a human being, not like "how the people in my church talk to him". Okay, first let me explain: He, along with all his brothers and sisters, with the exception of Bro. Steve, who is our church's pastor, used to be members of our church, but were ex-communicated. If someone does something severe enough to, in essence, leave God after being baptized and receiving the Holy Ghost, then it's the same as spitting in God's face and the bible says to avoid them. They don't have God with them anymore and are completely vulnerable to Satan to do with as he pleases, and he often uses them to draw away our members or unstable children of memebers such as me or Nick. It's a matter of keeping the church pure and keeping out wickedness. In Nick's case, his mom is in our church, but his dad has been "marked" and tries to make our church look bad to him, and since he lets Nick do a lot more of whatever he wants, Nick favors him. So, it's not really a good idea for me to talk to them since I could be influenced. Plus, he doesn't want me to talk because he feels left out or anything. He only wants to convince me that he's cool and not as bad as my church thinks, and after he has me believe that, then he'll try to get me to have bad thoughts about my church.

Well anyway, his dad wasn't home and Nick went and let me borrow a bunch of his CDs, which included one or more albums of: Taproot, TRUSTcompany, Incubus, Metallica, Sum 41, Saliva, Hoobastank, Evanescence, Disturbed, Slipknot, Trik Turner, System of a Down, and Tenacious D. Then he showed me his game and his uncle Brent came home (also "marked" from our church, though he's not nearly as ugly as his dad is to our members). I was about to leave with Nick to get the tickets and I asked him if he knew where on Coburg Road the address "1500" would be. He said he didn't know, but the last They Might Be Giants concert he went to, he got his tickets at Fred Meyer (a company of Kroger). He said that Nick's dad wouldn't be home for another 45 minutes and that he thinks it would be okay for us to go without me talking to him (thank goodness), so we left.

We first went to McDonald's so he could get his paycheck, which would be our means of paying for the tickets. Then we had to go to US Bank for him to cash it in. Our next stop was Fred Meyer and we got duct tape for the part of my passenger-side door that came loose. They said that it was the Springfield store that sold tickets and not this one (Santa Clara). He said that G.I. Joe's and Safeway sell tickets, also. I know where G.I. Joe's is since it's right next door to the Wal-Mart I work at. First we went to Taco Bell and got yummy food there. I love Taco Bell. We went to G.I. Joe's and they sold tickets, but not for the McDonald Theater where they were playing. He said the Safeway on Coburg Road would sell them (that was the location on Coburg Road that we read about) and he told us how to get there. At Safeway, we got the tickets, and then it was time to take him back home (then his dad would want me to sit and have a conversation with him). Nick said that instead of taking him home, he wanted to be dropped off at his girlfriend's house and he'd go home from there. She lives in Junction City, which is closer to my house than dropping him off at his uncle's house.

Well, it's been a few days since Kelli and I agreed to never speak again, or rather, she decided and said my agreement wasn't needed, and most people would say "good riddance", but I'm not like that. I suppose most people would think she's just some mean jerk who has been playing games with me and that I shouldn't even give her the time of day. I tried my best to be a good friend, and everyone makes mistakes, but she threw it in my face, right? Well I can't really say that. She did throw it in my face, but not because she despises me. It's because I turned out to be a danger to the security of her emotions. It's not a matter of intentions in this case. She doesn't hate me for it. It's a matter of facts, and she cannot comfortably trust me as it is right now, maybe not ever. The results of my "helping" have been disastrous for her and it naturally pains her to be reminded of them. She wants to forget them as much as possible and that's not reachable as long as she is talking to me. I still think about her often. If I could take it all away I would. I really do hope for the best for her. But this is something I'm going to have to live with until one of us dies or she can talk to me without being reminded of it, or they cease to bother her, whichever comes first.