Part 4 Case closed.
So back to the check up on the magistrate papers, as I said after a while I called to check up on things….. Ring Ringggggg...ring ring…ring rin (female cop) “Kennesaw police Department how may I direct your call?” (Sierzant) “Yes, I am checking up on a pending case.” (Female cop) “What’s the case number?” (Sierzant) “The case number is (%$#@-*&^!)” (Female cop) “One moment……….. Ok sir, we have tried to deliver magistrate papers five times already. If you would life for us to continue you will have to re-file.” (Sierzant) “Re-file? It’s almost March and I filed in January! Is he just not there when the sheriff tries to deliver the papers?” (Female cop) “Sir it doesn’t matter when we serve the papers we always leave a note on the business doors.” (Sierzant) “Is it possible to deliver the papers directly to his house?” (Female cop) “Hold on sir and I will put you directly with the Sheriff in charge of delivering the papers”… There are a few good things that I learned in business and one of them is never deal with a middle man. If you want something done with efficiency, go straight to the source.
Sure enough we were able to have the papers served directly to his house. We were notified by the Kennesaw police department that Escalade had put a claim in that “Someone” had broken into Escalade and moved tools around. Mind you nothing was taken. The report said that the back door at Escalade was easily pried open and that the items that were moved were in a locked room. I know that the back door at Escalade is very difficult to “Pry” open because it has a dead bolt shackle lock keeping it shut. To “easily” pry such a door would render it useless after entry. As for the items moved in the boulder, that were not stolen, I would imagine that any given employee could have moved things around. Wow…this is becoming really juvenile and ridiculous. It’s like dealing with a delusional middle school kid. Ah and the ever so fun waiting game that is our legal system begins again. He has about thirty days to respond then we have a nice little meeting to get things all straightened out.
The time had come. Magistrate court was now in session. On my father’s side were several close friends of the family and even a friend of my business partner who was completely non bias. This non bias friend of both my former business partner and me was here this day to mediate what was right and just. Corey Jordan is quite possibly the most honest and honorable man that I know. Corey had recently gotten news that his mother in Louisiana was sick and he needed to be there for her. When he left he was making $15 an hour and managing the front desk. When Corey returned he informed me that his mother did not make it and had passed away. I couldn’t imagine losing a parent. I have had many friends lose their mothers and fathers. It was difficult enough watching them go through the grief. All I could do is, be there for them if and when they needed me. When Corey approached my old business partner about returning to his original position at the gym, he was told that he would be able to take on his job but at minimum wage. Minimum freakin wage! This dudes mother died! Has this man no compassion for those he would call a friend? It was a direct slap to his face. It takes a lot to make me angry, and when I heard this I was mortified and enraged at the audaciousness and total lack of human dignity that this man had shown. Still Corey took the position and continued to be friend to this monster of a man.
My father was summoned to the back rooms of the court house. There him and my ex business partner tried to negotiate on the equipment. My father came out and explained to me and the 4 witnesses that were with us that they wanted us to strike a deal that would make us both happy. I immediately replied “All of the equipment is ours and we have proof and witnesses. Why would we back down now?” My father returned with an all or nothing response. That’s when I was summoned to the back. I know how this drill works. Our system protects tyrannous people and their behavior so I was ready to negotiate. Back and forth we went till a deal was struck. I helped my father because he is far too nice to take on the greed of people he used to care about. Our mediator informed me that my ex business partner was being Juvenile and it would be in our best interest to slightly bend to his requests to finish up the process. Before we left the court house I politely asked my ex business partner to release all of my sports memorabilia that he was holding. We were able to retrieve most of our equipment although we took a loss on our much needed scaffold set which was sold to him for $800 as I recall. Once we picked up the remaining equipment I noticed that my welding cord was cut in half. Fuck it. I was just glad to be done with the entire process. Later that day I heard that Corey Jordan was expelled from the climbing gym. I was at a loss for words. My ex business partner introduced me to an all-time human low blow. Everyone in and out of that gym loved and respected Corey. Corey was one of many people, some of which deserved to be exiled from Escalade, that were kicked out of the gym. In the eight years that I ran my business I had only kicked out one person. Today apologies were made and that person and I are friends again. Although I have been banned from the business that I dedicated almost a decade of my life to, I will never lose the respect of the community that I helped build from the ground up. I harbor no resentment toward my ex business partner. I hope that one day he finds peace with himself. I hope that he can learn that people and their lives are more important than money. I hope that he can learn to treat people with dignity and respect. When he was my friend, I knew him to have a good heart and noble intentions. At one point this man was my student. At one point he was my friend. At one point I looked up to him and respected him like family. All of this, that was good I will remember and I will keep as a reminder. I just hope that one day he realizes the damage that he has bestowed upon the people that cared for him as he had not for them. I often ask myself “What makes the hearts of seemingly good men, wicked?”