I had to go to court on Friday (my first time ever) to be a character witness for a friend of mine. His ex-boyfriend was trying to get a restraining order against him and I was there to reiterate that my friend is not a creep and such extreme measures are unnecessary. The funny thing about the whole situation is that he essentially got in trouble for being Lloyd Dobler. His ex-boyfriend lives across the street from a bar we frequent and one night, a couple weeks ago, he had a little too much to drink and, while he was out taking a cigarette break, played some music from his iphone outside this guy’s window. The next day, a couple cops were waiting for him at his job to serve him papers. The whole thing is a huge, sad clusterfuck but it definitely proves irrevocably that stalker shit is only romantic if John Cusack is the perpetrator.
