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JEFF BUCKLEY — THE IRISH CONNECTION

November 30, 2014

Earlier this month, Jeff Buckley would have turned 45 had he still been alive. A phenomenal talent, with a name like Buckley it was obvious there was an Irish connection there. And, delving into his past, I became aware just how deep his connection with Ireland was — from gigs at the Trinity Ball years before he was signed to links with The Commitments, Glen Hansard and Mark Geary. To gauge just how deep his Irish connections were, I spoke to Geary, the owners of Sin E, Irish promoters who staged his shows here and his mother, Mary Guibert.

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Jeff Buckley and Ireland

Jeff Buckley’s mother, Mary Guibert, carries a shillelagh everywhere she goes. The quaint twisted knobbly stick can be found in the back seat of the car she drives around LA. It’s her weapon of choice. “Jeff brought it back for me after the Trinity Ball in 1992,” she remembers. “I treasure it. Most people in LA carry a gun around with them,” she laughs, “but I’ve got my shillelagh! I just shake it at anyone who bothers me!”

This coming November might have seen Jeff Buckley get a playful whack of that shillelagh. Were he still alive he may have made her laugh as he recalled its purchase whilst celebrating what would have been his 45th birthday. Could have, would have, what might have been.

In hindsight it’s the timing of Jeff Buckley’s death which seems particularly cruel. He was just 30-years-old. Grisly parallels with the death of his father abounded. Tim Buckley, the cult songwriter, was also taken years before his time. An accidental heroin overdose brought him to his grave at just 28-year’s-old. Jeff had met him only once.

While Tim managed to release nine albums in his short career, the extravagantly gifted Jeff had only just begun to record the follow up to Grace, his debut and only completed record.

Released in August 1994, Grace remains a certified modern classic. Full of hope, longing and incomplete beauty, it is a record which has left an indelible print on modern music. Intrinsically beautiful, its influence remains incalculable. Without it we would arguably have never heard of artists such as Anthony and The Johnson’s, Damien Rice or Coldplay.

Unsigned and having never before left the US, let alone performed outside of the country, Buckley arrived in Ireland for the 1992 Trinity Ball.

As a record, Grace too remains indicative of the path Buckley’s record company saw him moving towards. Referred to as a “heritage” artist, Columbia Records viewed Jeff as the completion of a holy trinity at the label. Dylan had passed the torch to Springsteen, and Jeff would in turn lead on from The Boss. Yet all thoughts of that lineage were lifted on May 29th 1997. In a move typical of his impulsive personality, Jeff Buckley waded into Tennessee’s Wolf River. He would swim to the other side. He never made it. That evening he drowned, and Jeff Buckley’s short yet wondrous recording career had come to a premature end.

Five year’s earlier such a career had yet to begin. Yet Jeff Buckley had already made his first trip abroad as a performing artist. Unsigned and having never before left the US, let alone performed outside of the country, Buckley arrived in Ireland for the 1992 Trinity Ball.

“I remember the Trinity Ball gig well because Jeff used to recall it in quite a funny way,” reminisces Mary Guibert. “When he came back from Ireland Jeff acted things out and was quite animated about that particular show, which was one of his earliest. He was so impressed and so enlivened by his visit.

“So he told me about how he flew there for the Trinity Ball and how excited he was to be a part of that, because it was such a lively event, and how warm and pleasant everyone was in greeting him there. It was his first trip to Ireland, and he stayed in someone’s home, either one of the promoters or a friend, I’m not quite sure. But he recalled this story about how he came downstairs for breakfast one morning in this sweet little house and his host turned around to him and said: (adopts Darby O’ Gill Irish accent) ‘Oh Mr Buckley will you be having beer with your corn flakes this morning!’ Because he said, ‘Mom, they drink beer with everything! There’s beer everywhere! They bath in it; they have it on their corn flakes!’

It’s one of the stories I remember best about Jeff because he was so taken by his experience in Dublin.

“He said as the evening went on, the beer drinking at the Trinity Ball went on to massive proportions that he had never witnessed before in his life. At one point he said, he was walking home and there was a row of people in ball gowns and tuxedos bending over a wall. A spontaneous vomitorium as it were! And then laughing! He just thought that this was a magnificent sight, the liveliest bunch of people he’d ever been around. The most tolerant, let and let live people he’d ever met. He really loved that. It’s one of the stories I remember best about Jeff because he was so taken by his experience in Dublin.”

Buckley’s appearance at the Trinity Ball was one of many random, yet noteworthy, connections he had with Ireland up until his untimely death. He had Irish roots. Tim Buckley Senior, Jeff’s grandfather, was the descendant of a hedge master from Cork. Within the family was a wealth of stories on the Buckley’s ancestral roots, though in the absence of his father, Jeff would have heard little of such stories in growing up.

“It was really on his own, in his twenties when he came into contact with Irish people for himself, that he began to explore that side of his roots,” explains Mary. “For Jeff exploring them sort of explained his way of waxing poetic and seeing things in a particular way. He had a very Irish way of looking at things”

It was unusual circumstances that first brought him into contact with Irish people. Living in LA, and eager to relocate to New York, Jeff spotted an opportunity. The Commitments was about to open in the US, and the producers were looking for musicians to play at premiere parties in LA, Chicago and New York. It was summer 1991, and Jeff was hired as a guitar player and tech to one of the films stars, Glen Hansard of The Frames.

“Me and him just got on so well because he was a Bob Dylan freak and a Van Morrison fan and so was I,” Glen told Hot Press some years ago. “And every night we would just rattle on about Van, we were travelling through America, and when we got to Chicago I remember sitting at the soundcheck with Jeff and I started playing ‘Once I Was’ by Tim Buckley, ’cos I’d just gotten into him at the time. And Jeff was like, ‘He was my da, y’know’. And I looked at him and I was like, ‘No way. Wow. That makes a lot of sense. That’s mental!’ And he says, ‘Well I didn’t really know him that well to be honest, but he was me da… anyway, what was that song you were playing?’ So we sort of left it at that.”

Two years previous he had opened Sin-É, a tiny café in the city’s East Village

The week long tour ended in New York. Jeff had bagged $2,000 and first class air tickets. His final gig with The Commitments took place in The Beacon. Shane Doyle, an Irish emigrant was there. Two years previous he had opened Sin-É, a tiny café in the city’s East Village. Doyle arrived at The Commitments party in the hope of getting the band down to Sin- É.

“I just thought to myself that maybe I should get them down to Sin- É, to play,” says Doyle. “That’s what I did. Whoever was in town, U2, Hothouse Flowers, whoever, I’d try and get them down to Sin-É. It didn’t matter to me that the place was this tiny space. So I went up and eventually got talking to Bronagh Gallagher. She said they’d be up for it and that was that.”

It’s unclear if Jeff had travelled with them to Sin- É. If he had, then this would have been his first introduction to the venue which would come to serve as his public workshop. Some months after The Commitments tour, and now living in New York, Buckley played his first gig in Sin- É.

“He just ambled in and asked for a gig,” says Doyle. “It was easy enough to get a gig that time. So I gave him a shot. He was definitely outstanding. There was no doubt about that. He was way out on his own and I was fortunate enough in that he played there for about a year before the limousines started pulling up with all the record executives.”

Sin-É was the most important step in Buckley’s career. He played there from 1991 right up until its closure in 1995. His first recording for Columbia was an EP recorded in the venue and entitled Live at Sin- É. He adored the place.

“Jeff adored Shane in particular,” says Mary Guibert. “He loved Sin- É and the whole atmosphere of being able to go there and play as long as he wanted to. That was heaven to him. Jeff absolutely found himself when he arrived at Sin- É. If Jeff was a germ than Sin-É was the Petri dish. It was where he was allowed to incubate and expose himself.”

Sin-É was a rough and ready kind of venue. There was no promotion and no set schedule. Jeff was given a Monday night residency though this could be interrupted by whoever was in town. “It was very free flowing in Sin-É,” says Doyle. “You never knew who might show up. Sinead O’Connor, Paul Brady or Shane MacGowan might drop by. You just never knew. Nobody owned a night. It was an incredible place, and totally happening. You know, I myself never wanted to miss a thing. Anyone might show up.”

He had no time for any kind of God like status

Amongst the many Irish emigrants who hung out around Sin-É’s chess board like coffee tables was a nineteen-year old Mark Geary. His brother Karl helped run the place along with Doyle.

“The first night I arrived in New York I headed straight for Sin- É,” remembers Geary. “It was also the first time I met Jeff. I remember lots about that first night” he recalls fondly. “I arrived at Sin-É fresh off the plane and with no idea what was going to happen next. Jeff Buckley happened to be playing that night. He was resident there on Monday nights. So as I sat down, caught up with the brother I hadn’t seen in five years and Jeff began to play. The first thing that struck me was his voice, his phrasing and his wit. He was mind blowing. Absolutely stunning. It had such an impact on me. When he finished I was introduced to him, and pretty much for the next couple of months I watched him every time he played. We began to hang out and we became friends.”

Geary and Buckley hung out a lot in Sin- É. Doyle remembers them hardly being out of the place. “People have tended to put this fallen angel label on him, this star who died too young, what a talent he was and what he could have been and whatever,” says Geary, “but he never seemed like that. He never seemed that troubled. I remember him as having this incredible wit, that’s the thing I remember the most. He was a great story teller and incredibly fanatical about music. He had no time for any kind of God like status, and was very irreverent when it came to people who fawned over him. He was very dismissive of it; very Irish I have to say. I think that was half the reason why Sin-E was kind of the place he gravitated towards because he could be treated like a normal human being.”

“He loved that aspect about Sin-E where by he was simply treated as Jeff who would come in and play music,” adds Mary. “Though he was well loved, nobody treated him as if he was above putting on an apron and scrubbing down the sink. That was the whole theme of the career part of his musical career, the management part. You could see the heal marks for miles when his management and record label, wanted him to do something that was status quo or mainstream orientated. It was all about Jeff keeping it real and not allowing success, as it were, turn him into something he didn’t want to be.”

Somewhere around this time success came knocking. The first hint of it was the Trinity Ball. Neither Doyle nor Guibert or too sure how Jeff came to be invited to play, though it doubtless had a Sin- É connection. On his return from Dublin, limousines began to pull up outside Doyle’s tiny café. They would arrive on Monday nights to catch Jeff’s performance. “They were always his worst shows,” remembers Doyle. “It might have been nerves or it might have been an unwillingness to impress them” he adds.

By October 1992 he had signed to Columbia. The following year he released the Live at Sin- É EP to little fan fare. A tour followed in spring of 1994 bringing with it a return to Dublin.

“I remember the groupies hanging around the dressing room,” laughs Dave Allen, the then venue manager at Whelan’s in Dublin when Jeff Buckley first arrived on Monday the 14th of March 1994. “It was just him on electric guitar the first time he came in. He didn’t have the band at that time,’ says Allen. “At the time of the first gig, he filled the down stairs part of Whelan’s. The groupies were a surprise. He wouldn’t have been all that well known at that stage and yet he definitely had a lot of female admirers should we say. That could have just come from the show. They must have been bowled over, and they weren’t young either!”

Mark Geary also recalls this show. “I was still in New York at the time, so I obviously wasn’t there but I know that Hot Press did a little article about him. I vividly remember that. Somebody had ordered Hot Press into Sin-E and I remember Jeff, when he returned, being really anxious about the review. I think he went into the toilet with it and had a little peep and then let me see it as well. He gave a shit about what people thought of him, and he gave a shit about how his gigs were received or whatever.”

By this stage the recording of Grace had been completed. On August 23rd 1994, Jeff Buckley made his second last visit to Ireland. His final visit would be an uneventful gig at the Tivoli theatre four months later. August 23rd however was special. “I remember little about that night except it was the night Grace was released,” says Allen. “Katell Keineg did a song with him that night and the place was packed. I remember she had to walk over the tables to get to the stage.”

Mary Guibert knows little of that show. “For Jeff to be in Ireland on the day that Grace was released was just, in a very strange way, very prophetic I think. There couldn’t have been a more significant place for him to be, truly. The ancestral eyes were upon him truly. What a lovely thing.”

Originally published in The Irish Independent, 2007 Published in The Irish Post, 2013 © Steve Cummins.

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Cat Zingano, Daniel James lead the paydays pack

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lordprettyflackotara · 4 months ago

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red sex || jeff the killer

Red.

It was everywhere.

There was no escaping the dreaded color, red staining every inch of your body. Jeff was connected at the hips, the crimson paint staining his pale skin as well. Your killer had just returned from a successful venture, only to find you withering in pain from period cramps. Being on an emotional high, seeing you curled up in a ball just wouldn’t do. You blamed and thanked Eyeless Jack for putting the idea of period in Jeff’s head. It brought together two things he loved the most, fucking you and blood. You were sure Jeff had potential in being a vampire. Your legs dangled over his shoulders, his large hands gripping your ankles as he fucked you. Bloody handprints made rings around them, a sadistic grin curling up Jeff’s lips.

“Look so fuckin pretty like this doll. We should just bathe you in this stuff,” Jeff huffed, licking his lips. Your blood and his victims blood mixed together well, the two of you staining everything you touched. Your light colored sheets were now stained, your body too hooked on the pleasure Jeff was providing you to put up too much of a protest. His cock abused your g spot as he fucked you into the mattress, your hormonal pain temporarily subsided as Jeff used you like his own personal pocket pussy. “Believe it or not doll you’re tighter than usual,” He chuckled darkly, glancing down. You both watched as his cock re-entered your cunt time and time again. A ring of red coated his shaft, your juices and period blood mixing together to create the best lubricant known to man. You gripped onto his blood soaked hoodie, droplets of the crimson running down your palms and wrist. “Jeff, holy shit-” You sputtered, your eyes screwing shut. It was as if your senses were heightened, each thrust deliciously over calculated causing the best pleasure imaginable. In the nasty freak fashion that was your killer boyfriend, he licked up the side of your leg as he fucked you mercilessly.

“Feel that good huh?” Jeff boasted, grinning like a mad man. He could feel how close you were. You were always so easy to make cum. Whether Jeff was that skilled or not he didn’t really know, but it’s not like it mattered anyways. He’d tell himself he was, just to ensure his ego was still at large so he’d make you cum at least three times per session. You were about to hit orgasm one, Jeff bringing himself closer to you. He nibbled at your neck as he abused your core, your folds turning red and puffy from his abuse. “You’re always so cute after you cum the first time, shakin’ and shit,” Jeff chuckled, feeling you milk his cock. Your vision went white as you came, your legs shaking by his head. The killers permanent grin grew larger, watching your body attempt to come down from its first orgasm. He stroked your face, smearing some blood on what clean parts of your skin still remained.

“You look so cute, covered in blood and cummin’ like that. Let’s make you do that again.”

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DEAD AND BURIED (1981) – Episode 276 – Decades of Horror 1980s

“Dan, I’m dead! Please bury me!” That’s not something you hear every day. Join your faithful Grue Crew – Crystal Cleveland, Bill Mulligan, Jeff Mohr, and guest Gregory Crosby – as they discuss Dead and Buried (1981), a Stan Winston showcase.

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 276 – Dead and Buried (1981)

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Synopsis: When visitors to the small, friendly, coastal town of Potter’s Bluff are mysteriously killed, Sheriff Gillis investigates and finds that the recently killed are reanimating and coming back to life.

Directed by: Gary Sherman (as Gary A. Sherman)

Writing Credits: Ronald Shusett & Dan O’Bannon (screenplay); Jeff Millar & Alex Stern (story); Chelsea Quinn Yarbro (novel)

Music by: Joe Renzetti

Cinematography by: Steven Poster

Makeup Department: Stan Winston (makeup effects designer)

Special Effects by: James Kagel (sculptor); James Cummins (lab technician) (uncredited)

Visual Effects by: Bill Hansard (process coordinator)

Selected Cast:

James Farentino as Sheriff Dan Gillis

Melody Anderson as Janet Gillis

Jack Albertson as William G. Dobbs

Dennis Redfield as Ron

Nancy Locke as Linda (as Nancy Locke Hauser)

Lisa Blount as Girl on the Beach / Nurse Lisa

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Bill Quinn as Ernie

Michael Currie as Herman

Christopher Allport as George Le Moyne / Freddie

Joseph G. Medalis as Doctor (as Joe Medalis)

Macon McCalman as Ben

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Robert Boler as Mr. Haskell

Michael Pataki as Sam

Jill Fosse as Nurse

Mark Courtney as Jamie

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Dottie Catching as Lady Car Passenger

Colby Smith as Female Stranger

Judy Ashton as Joyce

Anthony Cecere as Townsperson (uncredited)

Bill Couch Jr. as Townsperson (uncredited)

Bill Couch as Townsperson (uncredited)

Angelo De Meo as Townsperson (uncredited)

Dead and Buried (1981) is a phenomenal film! There is plenty to discuss regarding the making of this movie as well as the methods used to achieve its look. The Grue-Crew, joined by Gregory Crosby, are in awe of Stan Winston’s effects work. “Awe,” they say! Jack Albertson, in his last role, delivers his portrayal of the big-band-loving, splendidly attired mortician with style and grace. James Farentino’s character, the town sheriff, is put through the wringer as he tries to figure out just WTF is going on in “his” town. As Joseph Heller wrote and Sheriff Gillis learns, “Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t after you.” Then, there’s that ending! Don’t get the Grue-Crew wrong. Dead and Buried has its flaws, but the good parts are so good!

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Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film, chosen by Chad, will be Blue Monkey (1987). There are no real blue monkeys, but there is a giant insect that eats people. And in a hospital, yet! Oh boy!!

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Second cover for new Vworp Vworp! revealed

The team behind the brilliant Doctor Who-inspired Vworp Vworp! zine have released the second of three covers for the soon-to-be-published 180-page Issue Six

The talented team behind the wondrous Doctor Who-inspired comic zine Vworp Vworp! began teasing the incoming arrival of Issue 6 later this month by revealing Jeff Cummins cover featuring the First Doctor. Now they’ve released the second of three covers, this TARDIS scene featuring the First Doctor and grand daughter Susan. This will be a wraparound cover, the work of Colin Brockhurst, the…

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thedoctorwhocompanion · 1 year ago

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Celebrate 60 Years of Doctor Who Art In New Exhibition Opening This Weekend

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A new art exhibition opens this weekend (21st October 2023) to celebrate 60 years of Doctor Who. Adventures in Time and Space – 60 Years of Doctor Who Art covers every era of the show, and features original work by an array of Doctor Who artists including: Chris Achilleos Colin Howard Jeff Cummins Andrew Skilleter Lee Binding Lee Sullivan Anthony Dry Dave Gibbons Stuart Crouch Bill…

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bongaboi · 1 year ago

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Colgate: 2023-24 Patriot Men's Basketball Champions

HAMILTON, N.Y. (AP) — Brady Cummins scored a career-high 19 points, Braeden Smith had 15 points and 12 rebounds and top-seeded Colgate collected its fourth straight Patriot League Tournament title and NCAA Tournament bid with a 74-55 win over Lehigh on Wednesday.

With its fifth league title in six years, Colgate (25-9) has tied Holy Cross and Bucknell for the most league championships at seven. It was the seventh straight season Colgate played for the championship, the last six on its home court.

Colgate coach Matt Langel tied former Lafayette coach Fran O’Hanlon for the most Patriot tournament wins with 21 and now has the most league championships with five, breaking a tie with former Holy Cross coach Ralph Willard.

Jeff Woodward added 11 points for the Raiders, who shot 56% and outrebounded the Mountain Hawks 43-28. Nasir Whitlock was the only player to score in double figures for Lehigh (14-18) with 17. Cam Gillus, who scored a career-high 30 points in a comeback 84-79 overtime win against Boston University in the semifinals, finished with eight points.

Leading scorer Tyler Whitney-Sidney, who had 21 against Boston University, finished with seven. Colgate had to rally from a 15-point first-half deficit to beat Bucknell 68-65 in a Sunday semifinal and its two regular-season season victories over Lehigh came by only three-point margins.

But this time against the sixth-seeded Mountain Hawks, the Raiders took a 49-27 halftime lead behind 12 points from Cummins and cruised in the second half, leading by as many as 30.

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megicianniacigem · 2 years ago

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Clarkwood Universe: Expressing Doubt

I was delivering coffee to our small town police station. Only five officers were ever in the building and Clarkwood had a total of twelve officers including the chief. I jumped out of my little red Chevy truck and carried the drinks inside.

A low whistle rang out as I approached the front counter.

"Now May you know your little pink apron gets my heart fluttering", Mat chuckled as he took the coffee cups from me and began handing them out.

A murmur of thanks spread throughout the police station.

"Oh Mat you always say the silliest things," I said while rolling my eyes.

Mat got reassigned to Clarkwood a month ago and since day one of stepping into my coffee shop, Miss M's Coffee House, he's been chasing my tail. I can't lie that I'm a bit interested, but I've learned to never show all your cards right away - a lesson I learned from my papa.

The door jingled open and Jeff Cummins walked through the station's threshold. His eyes were rimmed with worry and sunken in from what I'd expect was a bad night's sleep - or lack thereof. He came straight up to Mat and me. On closer inspection, Jeff's black and green plaid shirt was incorrectly buttoned and his boots weren't properly laced. This wasn't normal Jeff behavior - a farmer takes pride in their plaid shirts and boots.

Jeff patted my shoulder and gave me a peck on the cheek. We knew each other from birth and were raised as siblings. Our family's properties bordered each other. When Jeff pulled back I noticed Mat's face was scrunched up with irritation. I hardly ever let Mat hold the door for me, but right under his nose, I let another man kiss my cheek.

"Is the chief around?" Jeff asked Mat.

Mat huffed, "He should be walking in any minute now."

Jeff slowly moved his hand down his face - emotions ready to spill over.

"Jeff... Is everything okay?" I asked. I began to have a sinking feeling in my gut.

"Well... no. Around 2 am Sandra came pounding on my door and when I opened up she was a mess." He took a deep breath and continued, "She ran the whole mile to my farm without shoes and her nightgown was torn...Sandra was attacked last night in her own home".

Silence fell throughout the whole station - all the police officers watched Jeff finish the story. I put my hand over my mouth and then remembered seeing a strange man around town lately. I don't like to prejudge others, but Clarkwood is a small town in the swamps of Louisiana, and most people living here are generational with a few exceptions. Yet, this man made me feel unsettled. He would come into my coffee house order one cup of joe, and stare directly at me for exactly thirty minutes before he would get up and leave. Two nights ago, as I parked my truck I saw him standing in the cotton fields across from my home. We stared at each other until he took a step toward me- I turned and ran indoors. I never locked my doors until that night.

Unfortunately, Sandra was as new as Mat. She was a travel photographer who wanted to finally make a little home of her own - here in Clarkswood. She didn't have the experience like us townsfolk to know something was off.

I turned to Mat and said angrily, "I told you again and again at my shop, but you didn't listen!" tears began to run down my face.

Mat looked ashamed and Jeff was taken aback by my statement.

"May what do you mean?" Jeff asked.

I glared at Mat as I explained, "I told Mat this guy I don't recognize has been staring at me intently for the last few days and that he appeared in the cotton fields across my house." I was shaking.

Mat gasped, "You did not tell me he was at your house May! With the previous information I can't do much when a random dude is just staring at you in public". He was fuming. "I'm going to fucking kill him!" Mat raged.

Too late now - poor Sandra already experienced this man's twisted desires. Jeff pulled me into a hug.

"May why didn't you tell me this? I would have come to the shop and told him to leave for you." Jeff said as he glared at Mat. "I thought you liked May, but you just ignored her." Jeff's rage was increasing.

Mat stood there red-faced. Either from embarrassment, rage, or both. "I do like May, but I can't use my position to play power moves."

Jeff flicked Mat on the forehead and said, "Well I nor May can trust you to protect the young single women of Clarkswood. Let's go May I'll bring you round my place and we can check on Sandra. Boys' let the chief know I was here."

Jeff took my hand and began walking toward the door... I looked over my shoulder at Mat. His eyes were rimmed with tears. "May please stay here with me" Mat called out, but I just shook my head.

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