Last night I moved back home. I moved to my home town of Roundup. I bought this cozy little place where the backyard went out into a wilderness area. Also this place was an old school. It was still being used as a computer science camp in the summer. There were people coming and going all the time. <br /><br />One day I went into town on my bike to cruise around and my biological father spotted me. I pulled over and invited him to my new place. He came over and we had this great time and did some pretty interesting talk about getting old and settling down. It almost seemed like everything was coming together and was normal. I became part of the community and life seemed good.<br /><br />One weekend out at my grandma's and uncle Bob's land they had a festival. This festival's main theme was a mountain bike race put on just for me and to make me feel at home in my new digs. I was excited. I would finally show everyone what I had been doing in the East by riding marvelously. The event attracted Lance Armstrong. I felt kind of bummed that I would not win. Crowd of people showed up for the event and my mom and dad came up from Arizona. I was determined to put in my greatest performance.<br /><br />The race was not a mass start and I started to get a little upset over the fact that they had no idea how to put on a race and their in-experience was ruining mine. The format was a time trial and Lance went first. The crowd was amazed and he rode very fast. But, not faster than I knew I could ride. I couldn't wait for my turn. I would ride like the wind and everyone would be so amazed. <br /><br />My turn came and I took off at a blistering pace. Suddenly I realized that the course was not marked very well and was frustrated that I had not pre-ride the course. I was at the point where I would come by the crowds and was presented with two sets of single track. One was full of people and one was not. I screamed to my parents, "which way, which way." I started to ride the lower track which was very narrow and tuff to ride. I knew Lance had not had to go this way. How could I go fast on this narrow and sketchy path.<br /><br />Apparently they had changed the course a little and I was on the route. I was a little amazed that I had to go this way and Lance had the faster way. I would not go as fast for my home town crowd. I was getting upset. Then the single track fell away from the bank and eventually dropped off a good 30 feet. "I cant ride that", I yelled to the course officials. They didn't care. I blew up. "I quit," "I quit and what is more I am going to move away if you all cant get it right". "This is not a mountain bike course". They acted like I didn't know what I was talking about. I told my aunt that I was one of the countries best mountain bike riders and I knew what was a good trail and what was not.<br /><br />I went back home and boycotted the rest of the celebration. It went on without me. I was disappointed to know that they really didn't even care. They had a good time anyway. So that was it I just stayed at my new place and rode my mountain bike in the back wilderness. I kept to myself and entertained computer science fairs and hosted guests all summer long. But as far as family, they rarely stopped by and did their own thing despite the efforts a year before trying to get me to live in Roundup and putting on a festival for me.
I was at a retreat of some kind. All my friends were there. It seemed to be an educational retreat because it was time to go home and it felt like school was out. This event took place near a base ball field that was surrounded by cliffs and cascading water falls.<br /><br />During one home game Lawerence, an old friend from New Haven CT slid down one of the waterfalls. At the bottom he stood up and waved an apology to the players of the game. I just shuck my head.<br /><br />Anyway I was taking my car a Ford Fairlane. Yes, and old car, one that reminds me of my old high school friends Ford Fairlane back when I was in high school. In fact it was that very same friend that was coming home with me. We stopped by his house in the Bull Mountains and while he was getting ready I ran down to my grandmas house. She wasn't home so I turned around and started to drive back to Wade's house. I noticed that I was out of gas so I wanted to get to his house sooner. I went fast. So fast that on one corner I flipped the car. A police man pulled in behind me as I was trying to think of an excuse. Boy was I in trouble ... but I got out of it. I woke up.
My parents were visiting and I was staying with them in their trailer. They had decided to give me the money and presented it to me at dinner one night, giving me the ticket in a glass of juice. They pretended that I won. The deal was that there were two million dollar winners in these juice containers and they had actually won it previously and decided to give me half. So at the next dinner they tricked me into trying this juice and presto the ticket was in my portion.<br /><br />We had this neighbor that had a guest also. She was a person I hated and she was also full of hate. We always argued. In the meantime we had this problem with a transient that was sneaking into our trailer. One night this transient snuck in and woke me up. He wants to try my bed. I previously ran into him and refused a bed from him that he was trying to sell me. He wanted verification that I had a bed.<br /><br />My neighbor daughter whom I had a crush on was visiting one night and I asked her about the time she said that a transient broke into their house. I was curious how he did it, since we couldn't find out how he got in. My parents were suggesting it was my imagination and deep down I think maybe I was dreaming. Well I had a crush on this girl and this was a perfect time to have a excuse to talk to her.<br /><br />She noticed that I had some music that she liked. And I told her I had all kinds of music on my MP3 player. She was shocked to find out how much music I owned. She wanted to borrow it and I said no, stay here and we will burn you a cd of all the music you want. She agreed and returned later to spend the night burning music.<br /><br />After a few topics of discussion and as we looked into what she wanted she sat down in a way that she could contact me at times distracting me from finding the music she wanted. It could of turned sexual and that is what I wanted. But instead I told her I would get my MP3 player and meet her at her house. I figure I would be a nice guy and not take advantage of her at this moment. I figured that we would become lovers and I was excited.<br /><br />I got invited to dinner at her house and the girl that was staying with them (her friend) was also there with the girls brother. I figures I was going to dinner for this girl to announce that we were in love.<br /><br />She announced that she was pretty well of money wise and she wanted to give me 2 million for my music library. I was shocked. My parents already gave me a million and now two more. I should of said no way and insisted the she give me a status on our relationship to be. for I lover her right. No, in fact all I care about was getting that 2 million. I learned deep sown that this was not the girl for me because I was greedy and she was not. She was the girl that i told ever y body I was looking for. She was not materialistic and very kind. <br /><br />I choose the money and her friend whom I hated accompanied me to my parents trailer. This girl that I hated was selfish, mean, and very interested in the money. I figure she was going with me to do something to get the money back. She was jealous I was getting the money and she wasn't. Then I found out that her brother was very very upset because he had been using her to get to her friends money a s well. He kept calling this girl as we went to the trailer.<br /><br />While we were at the trailer I was packing some stuff to take back across the street when I noticed that she helped herself to some coffee. She ground it and put it in a bag expecting to take it with her. What the hell, the way she did it was a dead give away. The break ins that we had been experiencing had some aspects that I and the my family had never told anyone. She left some beans ungrounded in a particular pattern in the grinder. As like it was some sort of ritual. I noticed and confronted her<br /><br />She confessed and was shocked to find me very assertive. She always had the upper hand in our conversations and that is why I hated her. Suddenly I noticed that I could be in control of the conversation. Suddenly I didn't care about the money I wanted to find out more about this person that I hated. I told her she was going to confess to braking in and apologize to everyone.<br /><br />Time passed a little and I became infatuated in this girl I once hates but now seemed to be going ground of control over. Her friend told me I was turning this cold person into someone that was actually becoming nice and considerate. One day this girl professed her love to me. I was excited not only about that news but that I had won. I had cracked the worlds hardest and coldest woman. I was a winner again. Not only did I end up with all the money but I could gain control over the uncontrollable.<br /><br />This girl was so in love with me and I don't know why but I proposed. Probably to see if I had won her over completely. She agreed and suddenly the world was spinning out of control. Her friends and family, even the girl I actually loved was moving all my stuff to my new bride's house. My new bride was excited as was all her friends. Everyone was happy for us. but I was not. I had everything but suddenly I realized that all that did not matter and I had somehow made a mistake. I had gotten myself from being totally in control to out of control. Everything was wrong and I didn't know how to stop it.
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