The poster saga
It started to become my obsession. I thought about it constantly and did tons of Internet research. He had moved since I sent it to him. He had a youtube account that he had logged into recently. His son was named Zachary. Weird.
I told a friend the whole story over lunch.
“Where is his office?” my friend asked.
“Brooklyn Navy Yard.”
“It’s right by my place. I’ll go by there tomorrow.”
The next day was Friday. I was heading out of town to a friend’s wedding upstate. I was in the car when my phone buzzed a text: “Got your poster. The guy is crazy. I just called the cops.”
He explained to me what had happened. He had showed up and the guy had been in his office with an associate. My friend had told him that I had been trying to get in touch with him. The linen backer had told my friend to leave. My friend had refused to leave without the poster while trying to keep things calm.
The guy said, “Fine!” and grabbed the poster and shoved my friend out the door saying, “If you ever come back here I’ll kill you.”
I didn’t know what to say. The whole thing had escalated so quickly and without my control.
My friend continued, “The cops didn’t really want to file a report, but they did scare the linen backer into refunding your money. Let me know if he doesn’t.”
The next day the linen backer wrote me back three sad emails about having fallen on hard times. That he didn’t really have the money to refund but that he would scrape it together. He told me that he wished he had returned my emails but that he was very busy. He told me that sometimes he gets headaches. He was trying to make me feel bad. It worked.
Now it seems like maybe he would have gotten around to my poster after all. Maybe it was leaning against his door the same way it was leaning against mine.
Now it’s up to me to get it done again. Hopefully it won’t lean too long.