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Book of Mordor
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Date: November 29, 2015 12:18AM
Well, since you asked…
Comp was for the most part a stickler for the rules, but was occasionally willing to break them, when it suited him. He liked to go to members' homes and play his songs. It was fine with me, since I'd just go into another room and listen to the radio or watch TV.
He was having one of these sing-alongs one particular evening. It had already been a long day and I was tired, but agreed since it was still better than tracting. On this occasion, the member was having a small party and a few other families were there. (I think everyone there was in the ward and so this wasn't an actual missionary opportunity.)
In any event, he had an audience, and he kept playing… and playing… well after our normal curfew. By around 10 PM I had a huge headache and just wanted to go back and get some sleep. When I told him, he ignored me and kept right on with that guitar.
The constant noise made my headache get worse as time dragged by. At around 11 or 11:30 I said I was done and was leaving on the next city bus, with or without him. He blew me off again; I suppose he thought that since he had the only apartment key (he was senior) I was bluffing.
Was he ever wrong. I meant it, and I did it. It was glorious because I was finally alone. No stupid companion in sight, for the first time in a year. I got back, and was indeed locked out, but I didn't care. My time and space were mine.
I sure as hell wasn't going to wait on the doorstep for comp to return, so I decided to take a nice long midnight walk to clear my head. And I did exactly that; my headache quickly vanished. It was summer (July or early August), so even in Montreal it was pleasant outside.
I walked about an hour and returned to the apartment about 1 AM. Went up to the door and banged on it a few times. When comp opened the door, his eyes were red, moist and puffy, and he was wiping his nose. It was great. I simply looked at him, and without a word he stood aside as I entered.
We never discussed it afterward. What could he say? He was stuck. He couldn't report me, since he was the one responsible for breaking curfew. I'm sure he expected me to be waiting there when he arrived, and he had no idea where I'd gone to. He knew that if he started to question me, I would have thrown it right back in his face, and there was nothing he could do about it.