Don't give up on me

We spent a further a week or so going through the show tweaking it here and there. Like always. It's now a week before Merriweather and I am back at home. That funny feeling I had seemed to have disappeared for now. Danny had us on a strict fitness and diet as he was worried that we weren't fit enough to do the two shows after being away from the band due to the pandemic. He wasn't happy with us after our first 5 am run we did. During breakfast, he had a dig at me for putting on weight. Jordan, you getting chubby around your chops. Like a double chin. And Danny didn't stop there. He was really laying into me cos I didn't appreciate the work he was doing to get us fit. And that I was goofing off on the run. He pointed a finger at my stomach. You're turning into your brother with a gut like that. You got to take this seriously and stop goofing off, Jordan he raised his voice at me. I got him back by saying he is too much of a health nut not to have some fun. Jordan you look like you had too much fun he replied. There has been a pandemic and a quarantine where we couldn't leave our homes I yelled back. I am not tour fit anymore I yelled. Donnie had to pull me back because I was so irritated by what Danny was accusing me of being fat and lazy.

Here I am at home with the family before the two shows with the guys. I do wonder when all this madness ends, it's been so boring not doing anything. I look at the list next to my desktop while watching what my stocks were doing.

1. Clean the pool
2. Sort out the garage
3. Sort out the noise in the utility room

No way that's gonna be vermin if not the washer.

4. Sort out your closet

Hey, what about her. I don't have that much stuff

5. Includes your sneakers

Okay, maybe I do.

But it doesn't stop there. The list goes on and on. There's got to be ten pages of this, front and back. Most of it I can't seriously do. They need a professional. Does she really want me near the washer? I am okish with some DIY stuff. Once done with the stocks on my computer I get up and head out of the attic for some coffee. I am walking down the stairs towards the kitchen to make myself one and nearly get knocked over by my youngest running up them.

"Where is the fire? You know you're old enough to not be running up the stairs".

"Sorry, dad". But still does it.

" Eric" I yell back. He sorts of slows down.

No one is in the kitchen when I make myself a mug. I could sit here or go out on the deck in the fresh air. Nope, I go into the family room. It's a Saturday maybe some sport is on the TV. Before I can switch on the TV, I hear a noise outside.

I looked out the window and there was a black SUV parked two houses down from us. I start to panic and I haven't seen any unexplained situations recently. Not since I felt like I was being followed.  I feel like we are being watched. I swallow bile which is raising up in my throat. I watch it for an hour. Nothing happens. Doesn't add up. I feel seer panic run through my body. I am there looking out the window, trying to work out who what why?. I might as well be there with binoculars like a creepy neighbour like my wifey was going to say.

"Who is that?".

"They are probably with a neighbor".

"It's not a car I recognise" I reply.

"A friend. Come away from the window. You are not making a sense. Leave it be. It's nothing".

"Hope you're right," I say.

Still, I stand by the window looking out, peeking from behind the drapes.

"Jordan, please get away from the window".

But I don't

"Jordan gets away from the window. You are scaring me. You're scaring the boys".

I feel a chill down my spine, something doesn't feel right. The said black SUV starts up their engine and leave. Wait a minute!! Now I am panicking as they never got back in the car. Why were they sitting in the car for over an hour? Why? I feel all that fear I had when I thought someone was following me. I feel a cold sweat on my forehead. Maybe I need to stop watching thrillers and crime dramas. I am getting paranoid for some reason. I don't know why.

" Just get away from the window" I hear behind me as I watch the SUV disappear into the distance. That was really weird.

I hear a sigh as I haven't moved. Then the door slams behind me. That makes me jump a mile. Maybe I need the week to hurry up so I can be in Baltimore away from the house. Maybe I need some time away. Being cooped up in the house for months has affected me a bit. I walk away from the window to take my mug back to the kitchen. Maybe I will go for a run or hop on my bike. Nope, I go back to the attic once I place my mug in the sink before I get moaned about that. There I spent the rest of the day up in the attic.

HAPPY NKOTB DAY 4/24/22