By W.R. Jones
Listen to this story of the meek to see if you really want this guy running things. Tom had the apartment next to mine in a southern California complex. Tom wasn’t the meek one, he was often wild and rowdy. As an example, I awoke one night to the sound of gun shots and noticed a bullet hole in the wall between our apartments. When I went to investigate, Tom, extremely inebriated, was trying to shoot a cigarette out of a woman’s mouth. The next shot he fired just missed her head and went into his kitchen cabinets. I convinced him that this form of target practice was not an NRA event so he was wasting ammunition. He stopped immediately.
Tom was tall, very handsome, and when not drinking to excess, very charming. He used this combination of traits to pick up women, lots of them. On more than one occasion, he would pound on my door in the middle of the night to tell me he had picked up too many, could I help him out. I would say, “Tom, it is 3AM, I have work and school tomorrow.” He would reply, “Ok, just leave your door unlocked and go back to bed, I’ll send one over.”
He eventually picked a married woman who moved in with him (something he was later to regret). This woman, while attractive was not very bright. One evening the three of us went to a movie. She could not follow the plot and kept asking Tom what was going on. Finally, exasperated, he said, “Look, I can only tell you, I can’t give you the brains to understand.”
Tom (who didn’t work) and this woman spent one summer traveling up and down the California coast staying at fine hotels and living on the credit card of the woman which was covered by her husband. Tom and I would often speculate as to what type of fool would let his wife do this and continue to pay for it month after month.
One summer evening, the woman’s husband showed up at Tom’s apartment and the 4 of us (Tom, the woman, her husband, and I) went to a local bar. There the husband and I made friends with two other women and the 6 of us went back to Tom’s place. He made a fabulous omelet. At the end of the evening, the husband and I left with the two women and as we decended some stairs, one woman remarked to the husband, “what a nice wife you have.” Now, here she is talking about the wife that is back in the apartment with another man.
The final meek straw fell the next day when Tom informed me the woman had been furious with her husband for picking up another woman in front of her and then leaving to spend the night with that woman. She was so mad she was going to cut her husband’s allowance in half. This, keep in mind, is the allowance from the money he earned as she didn’t work a lick.
This guy was so meek I decided I should stick close to him, because surely, at the end of time, he was going to own EVERYTHING.