Teddy "TKO" Kaul
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No one says he’s not persistent. Once during spring break I was
making out with a wonderful woman in a room, lights off and door
locked. We had escaped the party at the other beach house and
were now frolicking behind locked doors in an empty house.
Between kisses we scarcely noticed someone walk in through the
front door, but were jarred when they tried to jingle the door
open. I assumed the person would take the hint and leave, so I
was surprised when a loud knock came from the other side of the
doorway. “Busy,” I intoned, and continued to make out. The door,
however, continued to knock. “I’m in here, busy,” I said, annoyed
this time, yet the door continued to knock. After repeating this
no less than three times she got up, put her clothing on and
opened the door.
“Hey, what’s up?” Teddy Kaul was inquiring in monotone from the doorway. “We’re playing Parcheesi. What the fuck do you think is up?” My patience had been tested. “Well, I’m going to bed, good night guys.” “Yeah, you too.” And he left. Just turned around and left. No emergency, no vital news, no reason given as to what pressing matter forced him to cock block so ruthlessly. Only a good night and he was gone. This story is a metaphor for you cutters thinking you’re getting the better end of him. As the game starts you’ll cut, and get open. But he’ll be there, knocking. The game will progress and you’ll still get the disc. But he’ll still be there, knocking. Towards the end of the game you will begin looking over your shoulder as you cut and he will still be there. And then he’ll get you. He will wait and wait and grind you down to nothing and he will get you. Hh |