Evil Thrown for a Loop

Things in life happen for a reason (even Evil knows that), but did you ever think you were past something in your life only to be thrown for a loop and realize that you didn't really fully deal with it? Well, guess what? The loop was thrown like a rodeo lasso this weekend.

One of the Spawns of Evil* (PT) was also the spawn of one Randy. PT never knew him because he chose a life of drugs over a life with us. Well, recently, PT decided that he wants to know about Randy. This seemed a natural course of events and I had actually thought of what I would do when the time drew near. I hate to say this, but Evil is brutally honest. I just can't lie. I think mostly it is because when I drink I get diarrhea of the mouth and tend to spill the beans about shit. Lying and diarrhea of the mouth are not usually compatible. At any rate, I had decided a long time ago to tell him the truth.

So. I. Did.

I asked PT if he wanted me to find him if I could. Naturally the kid said yes.

So. I. Did.

Randy is (naturally) in jail. Now none of this so far was a lasso or a hangman's loopy noose. I was not surprised by his incarceration. I wasn't even bothered by it. Actually, it was sort of a relief. I didn't have to try to find him in some God-forsaken, drug-ridden crack house or anything. It certainly made locating him simple. He ain't goin anywhere.

After I found him, I thought about what an appropriate course of action would be. I decided a few days later to tell PT that Randy was in jail. Then I decided to write Randy to let him know that his kid was asking questions. I also wanted to know what he was in jail for....curiosity ,see, I have been on this great 3rd Rock for 35 years and never went to jail (except the time I didn't pay a speeding ticket, oopsie).

Well, funny thing happened. He wrote back. Like right away. I am not sure what I expected. I think maybe I was under the impression that he would just throw the letter in the trash and ignore it (which would have been okay with me). Then I could say I tried and not have to really concern myself with it. But NOOOOO. He had to write back and sound coherent and intelligent. AND (here's the big one) sounded genuinely sorry for leaving us and apologized. Weird, huh? I DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING!!!!!

The weird part is that 12 years is a long time. I thought I had gotten over the whole thing. I thought I had moved on and that this sort of thing wouldn't phase me. Boy, oh boy, was I wrong. So, I guess the rest of the weekend was sorta weird after that. I didn't expect it and I didn't know what to do with my feelings. There is a certain part of me that feels a little vindicated. I guess I know I made the right choices now.

I told you weird shit happens to me all the time.