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Thursday, January 14, 2016

Who The Hell Is Ike Betina?! Part.2


I get to work on Monday. I rushed to my cubicle already subconscious of the scratches, because "you know how that can get." I kept pinching my collar together to keep them from showing. I thought I could've kept them under wraps at least until they scab and not look so raw.

It just so happened that one of my boys at the job, a real funny guy caught a glimpse as I turned my head as he passed by. The first words out his mouth... "Damn Ike, is she OK?" I replied. "Dumb ass, I didn't touch her! He asked me what happened and I told him but he chose to put a spin on it regardless and ran with it because that made it funnier. Mind you, this is all coming from a crazy guy himself!

For weeks I had to endure him shooting past my cubicle with his mail cart whispering "Please Ike, don't beat Tina" or "chill Ike." Ha, ha, ha... Next thing I knew more of my homeys began casually calling me Ike as if I announced a name change or something. Getting pissed, I tried to do damage control. I kept barking, "my name's not Ike!" but that did nothing but fuel the funny fire while having a good ol' time at my expense. I even tried to act cool assuming it would fade but it didn't. Wiggling out of it or taking it personal wasn't going to help. When your boys hit you with a name usually you've been branded.

The constant "Ike, don't beat Tina" echoed in my head then a light bulb went on. I took the negative and made it to a positive and "Ike Betina" was born. Depending on who I was around, I'd pronounce it "buh-teena" instead of "bee-teena" to ward off any unwanted, negative connotations. Hey, everybody has skeleton filled closets themselves.
I am Ike Betina

Monday, January 11, 2016

Who The Hell Is Ike Betina?!


I call myself Isaac Betina, Ike for short. This is my intro, where my name came from, and what makes me tick. I've always been here, just didn't have a name yet, just an alter ego. That is, until a comedian at my old job gave me one.

It all started when I got these scratches around my neck that came from a disgruntled woman I was seeing. She was very petite, weighed about 106 lbs, around 5'8". At the time I was working out regularly so I was a solid 175.

I went to see her for a bit and thought to go out afterwards. It was a Friday night. I guess she had other plans for an exciting night out in the house. When it was time to leave it became a problem. I knew all the cliche reasons she wanted me to stay and not go out but I do what I want to do.  Of course she tried to lure me into an argument but I wouldn't bite, that's such an old and over used tactic.

When I was about to leave she took one last attempt, this time she got physical. She leaped and wrapped her arms and legs around me like an octopus refusing to let go. LOL! I know crazy, right? Not wanting to hurt her, I walked us over to the bed, peeled her tentacles from around my body and threw her on the bed, she took the opportunity to dig her nails into my neck and collar bones on her way off of me leaving some choice scratches. In other words, she got me good.

Next post, I'll tell you what happened when I got to work on Monday.