In any large city on the North American continent, if you stay around long enough things begin to congeal — this is how geological time works. For instance, just the other day I saw Gary. Gary, the long story short of it: we used to work together; he once tried to help a friend of mine get a job at a restaurant that was doomed to fail; he ended up in a different city, but eventually came back (like everyone always does), then he ends up being the roommate of an ex-lesbian who is dating a friend of mine (non ex-lesbian) in like what you would call the present day; then we (Gary and me) end up working together again. Just after discovering this Ex-Lesbian Now-Girlfriend Connection, I run into Gary on Saturday - “Met another friend of yours.” Gary, cool as shit (as always). Especially now since that we’re Girlfriend Connection Fags. “Oyah? Which one?” Me, stupid as ever. “Nick Something? He drove me home — had lots to say about you.” \\\\Nick Something? Obviously, like the slimey bastard that he is, Nick Something has infiltrated my social bubble in order to eliminate me, once and for all. Terrified: “Nick — last name?” “Oh, Nick something with an S” says Gary. Truly Terrified: “Something with an S?” “Yah, it’s like Stankaka or something? Stan-kin-ka or something? I can’t remember.” Completely & absolutely terrified now: “It’s not like Nick Stellato or anything, is it?” Seeing my obvious terror and trying to calm me with his eyes, cause he’s cool like that, Gary says: “That’s the most ridiculous name I’ve ever heard.” “Really?” Cause I’m like that. “Yah, Stiletto? That’s a weird name.” “I didn’t say Stiletto.” “Oh” says Gary. Like he doesn’t believe me. Oh Jeez, what have I done? “No, no. I’m sorry. It’s definitely Stellato, not Stiletto like the shoe. Nick Stellato.” “Okay,” says Gary. “Listen I can’t talk about it anyway because of like — “ motioning with the hands “— the law and stuff.” “Are you okay?” “Listen: Nick Stellato is trying to kill me, but I can’t tell you why.” “One of these days Alan…” says Gary, “you’re going to have to sit down and explain all of this.” “Oh yah. Hahaha. One of these days.” What is wrong with me? A beat of silence. Then another beat of silence. Realizing now it’s all been silent for a while now: “Oh! You mean Nick Stankaka or something?” “Huh?” “The Nick from the internet! So happy that’s who you mean.” “So mysterious” says Gary, rolling his eyes like Here We Go Again. “One of these days you’re gonna have to.” One of these days. As of right now, he hasn’t come for me. Sure, there's been some weird shit, but these sorts of things happen when you have an arch-nemesis. There’s lots of things about having an arch-nemesis that you wouldn’t know about unless you had one. I assume that if you have an arch-nemesis you aren’t reading this, because having an arch-nemesis is so lame like why would anyone do that? One of the things is that I can say is that Nick Stellato can’t do anything about me saying these words: Nick Stellato is a con-artist and has taken advantage of multiple people, over the course of many years, and in many different places. If you want to talk about it, please email me. </plaintext> <a href="flwers8.html"><img src="1515st.jpg" class="responsive"></a> <P><p><p><p> <br><br><br> <h1> <plaintext> in new jersey you got married in new jersey kissy kissy