• Becca


“The next afternoon I endured a particularly challenging day at work. My car was in the shop, and Noah came to pick me up. He had worked at that location a few times before. As soon as I got into his car, I began to rant about my frustrating day and several crew members. As long as I’d worked for the company, these specific people and I had never gotten along. I don’t remember the specific reason I was so upset that day. I was just letting it all out. As my rage subsided and my rant was winding down, I ended the conversation with a roar of frustration expressing my desire to slash their tires. Of course, I had no intention of acting on my rant, but it felt better to yell about it in the safety of Noah’s company.

“Do you even know how to slash a tire?” he asked with an amused chuckle.

“Well, no,” I answered honestly. “That’s not the point!”

“I didn’t think so. There are actually two ways you can do it. The standard slash that completely flattens the tire – or the way I prefer to do it,” he said.

“The way you prefer to do it? How many tires have you slashed? You make it sound like it was a hobby or something -like ‘Let me just go slash tires all over the place!’” I retorted with a huff, still in a sour mood.

“It wasn’t a hobby, but I did slash quite a few tires when people didn’t pay their debts. It was kind of like my signature because I never got caught. You take the knife and just sort of stab it in the sidewall. It doesn’t go flat right away, so even if they catch you doing something by their car, they won’t really be able to tell what you did. By the time the tire actually goes flat, it could have been anything: road damage or maybe they ran over a screw driver lying in the driveway or something. You don’t want to do it right after they make you mad either. Give it some time and hit them when they least expect it. I never forget when people screw me over. I just wait to react. The longer you wait, the more they will never suspect you,” he explained.

“What are you talking about? When people didn’t pay their debts? Isn’t that dangerous? Having people drive around on a compromised tire? What happens if they have a blow-out on the interstate?” I argued, not taking him seriously.

“Nah. Nothing happens. The tire just goes flat, and they don’t know why. It takes it a few weeks,” he said, avoiding my question about people paying their debts.

I huffed at him once again and turned my attention out the window, content to end the conversation. My momentary frustration and rage had quelled with my rant. We sat in silence for a few miles until I brought it up again.

“You said you would go slash tires when people didn’t pay their debts. What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, turning away from the outside scenery to face Noah in the driver’s seat.

“Oh…well, you know. Just people who pissed me off at one time or another. Not like literal debts,” he explained, stumbling over his words in a way that was very unusual for him.

I gave him a sideways glance, but before I could ask any more questions, the song on the radio changed the course of our conversation. I could tell there was more to his tire-slashing story than he let on, but in that early phase of our relationship, I decided to drop it. We continued back to our apartment, and the incident was all but forgotten.”

To read more about Rebecca’s journey to recovery you can find her memoir Candy Apple Butterscotch on Amazon. Kindle and paperback edition available now. Audiobook coming soon!


Copyright R. MacCeile 2018

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