Ballyhooly Road, Cork City Ireland, October 2009
I awoke to the smoke alarm at about 7 in the morning.
By the time I'd gotten downstairs in my underwear, it had stopped, but I opened the door to the kitchen/sitting room, just to see that everything was okay.
Dave was at the stove. The oven was open. The air was full of acrid smoke.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, fine," he said.
That's good. I asked him if he would "open the fan above the cooker." He said yeah but he didn't do it. I wasn't sure he'd understood me. I asked him again. He said yeah, again.
"But could you do it, I asked."
He told me to go back to bed. I closed the door, calling him an asshole.
Of course, I couldn't sleep, so I got up to put on some music and write. I went down to make some tea.
He was outside the kitchen window, and asked me something in his cool, practiced voice. "You alright, bro?" I didn't say anything, but he didn't stop. I don't remember what he said, only that it infuriated me.
Setting it down a little hard, and a bit sideways, I accidently dropped my favorite glass onto the tile floor a thick German pint-glass made for beer that I used for tea. Its rim shattered.
I picked up the remainder, and said "get out of the way." He did, pulling his head away from the open window. I threw the glass against the wall outside beyond him. It shattered pretty good.
"You threw that glass at me," he said. He spoke it like a boy, like he was going to use this incident or his narrative of it in vengeance. Odd, because with no witnesses he could as easily say anything.
I threatened him, too. I told him "I'll write a web-page about you and make you famous for a long time." Stupid, yes; it was early morning. (You can do that, though. You can make somebody relatively famous, locally. You can make a public record of somebody's behavio(u)r. Not that I'd do that intentionally.)
Dave left the room, saying something sickly-sweet and insincere.
"Say what you mean, Dave. Don't be an asshole."
He didn't speak to me for the month it took me to find another, better place to live.