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Ready for the Weekend:
Jan. 3rd, 2014 03:53 pm
Jan. 3rd, 2014
Scenes from my Real Life:
Jan. 3rd, 2014 10:33 pmI was having a blast at the Cafe Perilous. My buddy was there along with the whole gang. We were passing a joint on the patio and across the crowd a certain young lady I fancy made eye contact with me. She smiled. I smiled back and turned away. Something was wrong but I couldn't figure out what. A hand slapped me on the shoulder. My buddy asked me why I looked so down. Contemplating my answer I took a sip of Jameson's. There was no taste to it at all. I hit the joint again but it was like sucking air. I looked around. It was night time here in Terminus but the bitter chill was nowhere in it.
"I'm dreaming right?" I told him. "You're in Texas or some shit by now, aren't you?"
My buddy made that forlorn face he makes when an unpleasant truth has rudely disrupted the festivities. The whole patio went quiet. I nodded slowly and took one last sip of whiskey before waking up.
I was alone in the dark, a glance at my phone confirmed that a planned twenty minute nap had gone some two and a half hours past schedule. Laying the phone back down across my nightstand, my head tried to process the shift in realities while my body acutely made me aware of a persistent tumescence under the sheets that was of no interest to anyone in this town.
Ignore it. Turn on the lamp. Down a can of flat La Croix. Light a cigarette. And like everyone else recruited for a tour of duty on planet earth I deal with the damage and the isolation as best I can.
"I'm dreaming right?" I told him. "You're in Texas or some shit by now, aren't you?"
My buddy made that forlorn face he makes when an unpleasant truth has rudely disrupted the festivities. The whole patio went quiet. I nodded slowly and took one last sip of whiskey before waking up.
I was alone in the dark, a glance at my phone confirmed that a planned twenty minute nap had gone some two and a half hours past schedule. Laying the phone back down across my nightstand, my head tried to process the shift in realities while my body acutely made me aware of a persistent tumescence under the sheets that was of no interest to anyone in this town.
Ignore it. Turn on the lamp. Down a can of flat La Croix. Light a cigarette. And like everyone else recruited for a tour of duty on planet earth I deal with the damage and the isolation as best I can.