745. Call It Rock and Roll

I called Ziggy when I got upstairs. I got his machine. I left the number of the hotel and my room number. Then I opened the minibar wondering if there was any Gatorade in there.

There wasn’t, but there was Coke. And Jack. Which meant there was Jack and Coke.

By the time Ziggy actually called back I was less upset. I don’t know if “calmer” would be accurate since the Coke made me wired given how fast I drank it, but I was on the downside of the flipout anyway.

“You okay?” were his first words.

“Yeah.” I was at that point sitting in the empty bathtub, naked. Vibrating from caffeine. Don’t ask me why there was a phone in the bathroom.

“Because you sounded really upset on the answering machine.”

“I was. I’m fine now.”

“Are you in the bathroom?”

“In the tub, yeah.”

“You know you can electrocute yourself if you drop the phone in the water.”

“It’s okay, there’s no water.”


“I was worried I might puke so I figured I’d save myself the trip and just come in here.”

“Yeah, but, in the tub?”

“I took my clothes off so they wouldn’t get messed up.” I thought about that for a second. It had all made sense in my mind, I swear. “Um, it makes more sense to get in the tub than sit on the floor. It’s cleaner.”


“I’m fine, though, really.”

“When you’re done saying that are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

I lay down in the tub and looked at the ceiling. My voice sounded amazingly echoey and hollow from down there. Like an effects box of some kind. “Went to Disney World today. And I’m just raw from flashbacks about my sucky family and shit like that.”

“Ah. Did you go there as a kid?”

“Yeah.” I felt no urge to actually give him details about my childhood traumas. “And then Remo and I had a blowup and I just don’t know what to think anymore.”

“Oh. That’s rough.”

“Yeah, I guess. I’m like… ‘Shit.'”

“I think you’ll figure it out after you both sleep on it,” Ziggy said. “That is, if you deal with it instead of burying it.”

“Wow. That’s really sensible.”

“Wasn’t it you who said I’m always sensible about other people’s relationships?”

“Maybe. I’m having deja vu, in fact. Except I don’t think I was naked and in a bathtub the last time we had a conversation like this.”

I heard the door outside and then Flip come in, calling my name.

“That’s Flip. I gotta go. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Take care of yourself, Daron?”

He said it like it was a question. “I will.”

“You promise?”


“Try not to drink too much, okay?”

“Okay.” Okay. That he came right out and said that was a jolt. “Love you,” I said again and then hung up. Or tried to, I missed the hook and dropped the phone on the floor.

The noise brought Flip to investigate what was going on. No, I couldn’t come up with a better explanation for him why I was naked in the empty bathtub either. Flip made the assumption I was on something much stronger than alcohol and treated me accordingly.

I never did puke that night. I may have lost my marbles but I didn’t lose my lunch.

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  • steve says:

    I almost want a trigger warning here. If Daron is going to descend into uncontrolled alcoholism I maybe don’t want to read it?

  • Bill Heath says:

    Kudos to Daron, he called Ziggy.

    Kudos to Ziggy, he not only chose to talk sensibly, he said “I love you.”

    Advice to Flip, call Colin and ask for an emergency shipment of leather and chains. Looks like you may need them.

  • s says:

    “When you’re done saying that are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” I love it when you’re like this, Zig.

    Talk with Ziggy- check
    Now to get you laid… lol

    • marktreble says:

      Ziggy did great. *claps hands, cheers, and dances naked* You don’t want to see that last one.

      I don’t think it’s coincidence that his roommate is Flip. In my opinion, he’s not quite as fanatical about heterosexuality as he appears. The second problem may solve itself.

    • daron says:

      Sex is about the furthest thing from my mind at this point.

      • s says:

        Of course it is. How else would you develop a predictable pattern of self-destruction? You continuously forget that you have to get laid on a regular basis or you become this wound-up stress puppy. Then you relearn the lesson and everything is good for awhile. (Note: I’m not at all saying everything will be good when you are drinking like this, but it would help. You know it would.)

  • G says:

    I love when Ziggy is the one who gets you to calm down. I have to admit I cracked up about you being in the tub naked with no water. Sometimes you do things and they seem so logical and then you can’t even figure out what you were thinking. It’s a quirky thing about you that I love, unless it leads to a disaster or meltdown and then it breaks my heart. I think you’ll be good tomorrow if you and Remo can talk without raw emotions dominating the conversation.

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