It’s like that one Ramones song…
Well guys, I had one crazy Friday night! You see, Jon’s been acting up again this week. He’s been talking about some really bizarre things. I tried ignoring it for the most part, but it wasn’t until early Saturday morning that things got ugly.
I came home from work on Friday and Mom and I talked about what he said to her before he went to one of his friends’ house. He was pretty much talking out of his ass and topics ranged from going on a senior trip to Japan with a friend (who he pissed off by burning three holes into his car seat) to moving to Los Angeles and becoming a better guitar player than Slash. After that, Mom goes to bed, I watch some videos on the computer, and go to bed myself.
Around 3:30 in the morning, Jon comes in the house and it wakes me up. He then asks me how my “Perfect World” essay is coming. Let me back up a bit.
In a Perfect World
Around this past Tuesday or so, Jon told me about this essay that he’s supposed to do for English class. In it, he’s supposed to write about his ideal world and what he would be doing in it. Sounds innocent enough. However, Jon took the topic of the essay too seriously and has become obsessed with molding his perfect world. He tells me about it and wants me to write my own “Perfect World”. He wants me to lock myself in the basement and not come out until it’s completed in all its epic glory and whatnot. Despite being really pissed off at him for forcing me to write that, I did complete it and it only took me a couple of hours at most. It may not be as epic as he wanted it to be, but I still think it’s pretty damn good. It’s gonna be posted here next Wednesday. Not this coming Wednesday, but the following.
Okay, back to when he asks me about my “Perfect World” essay. He says that for his perfect world to be realized, seven things need to be done. He didn’t say what those seven things were, but he said that they would be revealed on this coming Tuesday. After hearing the next comment, it became a bit clearer what some of those seven things were.
He says that in his perfect world, I am dead. Mom is dead. My younger brother is dead. Everyone is dead. Except for Jon himself; he’s the only one alive. Not only is he alive, but he is impossibly successful and has everything that he wants.
He’s been giving me crap all week about failing out of college twice and says that I’m a complete failure. Yes I did fail college twice, but I don’t consider myself a failure. There was a time that I did think I was a loser going nowhere in life, but I’ve gotten over it and have moved on to rebuilding my life instead of dwelling on my past mistakes.
After hearing the comments about how everyone is dead in his “perfect world”, I put on my clothes and drove to the police station. I know that Jon wasn’t fucking around. He wasn’t kidding and he wasn’t joking. I believe that he really was gonna kill our whole family.
As I was starting up the car, Jon came out the door looking like he was gonna come after me. I hurried up and left. He then went to the door and gave the “yeah, you better run” gesture.
“I’m Not The One In Handcuffs, Jon”
I was too shaken up to go straight to the police station so I went to Wal-Mart to calm my nerves. I walked around for a bit and then went to the police station and told them what happened. They then sent out an officer and told me to meet him there.
I went home, and found two sheriffs’ cars in the driveway. I saw that Jon was outside in handcuffs talking with the two sheriffs. When I pulled up, I told one of the sheriffs what had happened. The other sheriff took Jon to his car. Before he got in the car, Jon said, “In my perfect world Andy, you’re already dead.” I then told him, “I’m not the one in handcuffs, Jon.” I then wrote down what had happened tonight as Mom was talking to the sheriff about what Jon was doing throughout the week. I don’t want to get into extreme detail, but let’s just say that he’s been burning bridges like mad.
In The Aftermath
After I finished writing, then the sheriff wrote down some questions for me to answer. The questions were basically, “did you feel your life was threatened?” and “do you think that your brother could carry out the threat?”, to which I wrote yes to both and signed it. Then the sheriff said that Jon’s staying in jail until he has court on Monday.
After we got six hours of sleep in us, Jon calls us from jail and asks to be bonded out for a whopping $50, to which Mom said no. He then says that he’ll call his friends to see if they’ll bond him out. She then said, after Jon got done calling her every bad thing he could think of, that he is no longer welcome in the house.
After Mom got off the phone with him, she called his friends and asked them not to bond Jon out because he might try to harm us and them. Fortunatly, everyone agreed to it. We also found out that Jon has made his friends pretty angry with his shenanagens this past week.
A Future In The Air
With Jon no longer living with us, I’m not sure how I’ll be able to continue to post here without his laptop. I suppose I could write the posts on my computer and then upload them from one of the library’s computers. I could also get my Internets turned back on, which will eliminate a lot of hassle. Although I said that I wouldn’t get reconnected because I’m saving up to move out, with Jon gone, I’ll have to get connected again.
Well, I’ll try to keep you guys informed as best as I can, if not through posts then through Twitter. You can find my latest Tweets on the right hand side of this post. Later!
TheAndySan
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March 25th, 2009 at 07:06
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