Crazy Shit that happens to me!

            That call that comes in the middle of the night is never welcome, this one was no exception. she screamed, "John can you come over, he is crazy and going to hurt me!"......In the background I heard him say, "get the Hell off the phone, who did you call?",,,click deadline....Rita said "what was that about?"  I told her that ....... was in trouble and I think I have to get involved. We decided not to call the police but that I should go over and smooth things out, after all he is a close friend and not usually not at all like this.....Right....As I drove over  my thoughts were "Ok lets get them talking and just stay out of it, simply a bystander,,,Right.....He was screaming like a mad man as I walked up to the house, adrenalin was kicking in, opened the door to find ....... curled in a ball, in the corner of the kitchen, weeping, and he was holding a rifle.......a damn rifle, just berating her . Not too sure what he was saying, but my gut told me to get her out of there fast, grabbed her hand and said "Lets go" . walked by him as he continued to scream nonsense, as we stepped outside , he kind of rushed me , but didn't get to me, I grabbed the gun from his hands and threw it down in to the steps hoping to break it. "He laughed, said Do you think that's the only gun I have?",, We jumped into the pick-up and headed to our house.  On the way she was quiet just kind of wimpering, I told her he would never have fired that gun, she said"Yes he would, there are lots of holes in the walls, behind pictures".....Damn it anyway, it just occurred to me that we left an infant in the house! ....... said"he won't hurt the baby, no way" I wasn't convinced but thought the best thing to do was go to our house and sit with Rita and settle her down ,then maybe in time call him back. It all started when .......went to a funeral of an old boyfriend earlier that day, she came home with a flower from his casket, to find him drunk and pissed off it just escalated from there............ We sat for about 15 minutes when I heard a pick-up enter our yard. It was HIM he drove to the north side of the house, up on the lawn ,not 40 feet from our front door with his lights shining on the house., he was still screaming out of his window and the baby was in carrier next to him. My first reaction was the idiot was putting my small children in harm as well as his own, so it was time to call the Sheriff. We moved into the kitchen hiding on the floor with the lights out, now we were all scared. He quieted down and sat there idling for what seemed like ten minutes but was probably half that. He then backed up and sped out of our yard,heading towards his home,we thought. The Sheriff and deputies showed up at our house and they decided to go look for him,we waited. a half an hour or so later they called from ........ house and asked me to bring her home. By now we were both frazzled indeed and I was ticked off,  ........ felt embarrassed that she had called me and was thinking that I shouldn't have gotten involved. I didn't say anything but the truth was I didn't ask for any of this crap!......Upon entering the house we found Him sitting at the table, still drunk but not near as obnoxious, and Sheriff Burrows calmly saying that this is over and time to settle down. When He saw .......he immediately started yelling, "They called you out here to arrest me damn-it your going to arrest me!  Burrows said "No that isn't necessary"  He yelled even louder"LIKE HELL YOU ARE TAKING ME TO JAIL!"...."Ok Cuff him"....they left for Chester and I told ..... to call us if she needs anything, and I drove home at 4 a.m...Numb and dumfounded to what I witnessed, Hell participated in, easily one of the most bizaarre events of my life....I still see the perpetrator from time to time, Nary a word was ever mentioned of the incident, never an apology , a thank you, not even a Go to Hell!  Nothing.................................I bring it up now to remind myself it happened......or did it?