Post by Steven Luke on Nov 8, 2010 10:47:05 GMT -6
I was talking on the phone with Charlie as I walked into the studio. We were in deep discussion about this weeks match and the fact that he was going to be on tonight's Gun Show when I almost killed some Delivery boy. I didn't get a good look at him as he quickly moved out of my way and pulled his hat down over his eyes. I just shook my head and continued my conversation.
I didn't realize how important that delivery guy might have been. I stopped the door to my dressing room and finished up with my call with Charlie. He would be in the studio any moment now and couldn't wait to be on the show. We were both excited, but that excitement soon faded as I hung up the phone and stepped though the door.
I couldn't believe what I seen when I opened the door. There, laying on the floor, just like the week before, was an envelop with my name on it. I quickly thought back and remembered the Delivery Boy I nearly ran over on the way in and turned and ran down the hall. I ran as fast as I could and looked from left to right down every hall that broke off until I reached the exit door. I broke though the exit and no where did I find anyone. The garage was empty and there was no sign of a delivery truck anywhere.
I slowly made my way back to my dressing room. I picked up the envelop and looked at it carefully before walking in and closing the door behind me. I had a lot to think about. I had a show about to start at any moment. I didn't know what was going on with these envelopes. I thought it might be someone trying to help me but last weeks 'help' hurt me more then I realized. Now I don't know, is someone trying to help me or is someone stalking me?
I didn't realize how important that delivery guy might have been. I stopped the door to my dressing room and finished up with my call with Charlie. He would be in the studio any moment now and couldn't wait to be on the show. We were both excited, but that excitement soon faded as I hung up the phone and stepped though the door.
I couldn't believe what I seen when I opened the door. There, laying on the floor, just like the week before, was an envelop with my name on it. I quickly thought back and remembered the Delivery Boy I nearly ran over on the way in and turned and ran down the hall. I ran as fast as I could and looked from left to right down every hall that broke off until I reached the exit door. I broke though the exit and no where did I find anyone. The garage was empty and there was no sign of a delivery truck anywhere.
I slowly made my way back to my dressing room. I picked up the envelop and looked at it carefully before walking in and closing the door behind me. I had a lot to think about. I had a show about to start at any moment. I didn't know what was going on with these envelopes. I thought it might be someone trying to help me but last weeks 'help' hurt me more then I realized. Now I don't know, is someone trying to help me or is someone stalking me?