Invitation to the Party – A Halloween Story

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Sid is a good friend of mine from days long past. He has fallen on hard times. A lot of the men… and women who have been the places we have been and done the things which we have done have been overwhelmed by what has been burned into their memory once they try to “return to society.” Many, like Sid, try to drown the memories of what they saw… or did. When that didn’t work, he fell totally apart… booze, broads, drugs, everything, until he ran out of money and then did whatever it took to get another bottle or another fix. Sid became a homeless bum. But he was there with us. So he is still one of us. So we are still there with him.

I, and the others, have often helped Sid. Sometimes that help is bailing him out of jail. Sometimes it is tying him to a kitchen chair while he screams about the spiders and bugs that are crawling all over him. Doc, another good friend who was there, is usually present for those screaming DT sessions. Coming off booze after a couple of months of daily drinking ‘til you black out can be very hard on the body and mind and everything else.

Lately Sid seems to have finally gotten his life in order. He’s off the booze and has been drug-free for over two years. Another good friend, Alberto, who understands from experience, owns several apartment buildings and agreed to hire Sid as a live-in superintendent. Sid collects the rent, does minor repairs, makes sure the cleaning company is doing their job in the hallways and common areas, and tries to keep the street people out on the street.

He’s good at his job and seemed to be doing really well until four days ago. That’s when I got a frantic text from him. It said, “Sarge, I am either losing my mind or there is something really weird going on here. Please stop by so we can talk.”

I cut short a business trip so I could get over to his place and talk to him. He looked like hell when he opened the door. His eyes darted back and forth as if he expected some enemy to spring out of the shadows. His hands frantically signaled me to enter and he quickly slammed the door right behind me.

We sat at his kitchen table. I looked around for signs of booze or drugs such as empty bottles or needles or stuff like that, but the place seemed clean… except, that is, for a huge pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray on the table.