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Jett Superior laid this on you on || March 28, 2003 || 4:47 pm

So I, briefcased and cell phoned and ten miles o’ hair cinched snugly back, marched into Miss April Love’s place of employ around three this afternoon and declared, “Let’s go drink liquids that make us forget our Christian names, April Love.” I said it in bold type just like that: It was more a demand than a declaration, if you must know. Unbeknownst to me, Miss Leslie Makinababy leaned over and said, “It must be real bad, if she wants you to forget your name, too…”

No Miss Leslie, ‘real bad’ means turpentine. I was just talkin’ tequila.

My only regret thus far is that it was not more. If you need me, I’ll be over here rending my garments and cursing the darkness in my head.

Side note for Lord McG: Without a coat once again, man, without a coat. Motherfucketyfuck. Dreaming is for when you’re asleep, after all; damn me for being a fool.

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  1. tel 3.28.2003

    being a fool is for the damned. I know I’m damned, and I’m gonna be just as foolish as I need to be.

    but you do what you know is right. that’s the shit that stays with you.

     
  2. Jett 3.28.2003

    Yeah, but the shit that stays with you even longer is the shit where you’re not even given a voice in the matter.

    The shit where you are given a purfunctory phone call on a Thursday evening when you are on your way back from the grocery store and all the hope and exhileration is whuffed right out of you with a handful of hard, flat sentences.

    Hard, flat sentences that you just *know* are uttered because somewhere, unbeknownst to and not directly involving you, threats were made and they were not idle in the least.

    Because goddamn, if one person can’t be happy, then byGod NOBODY is gonna be.

    The gut-check keeps screaming, “IT’S A LIIIIIE! IT’S A BIG FUCKING LIIIIIIE, AND I DON’T KNOW WHOSE ASS YOU ARE PROTECTING, MINE OR YOURS, BUT SENTIMENT JUST DOESN’T FLIP-FLOP LIKE THAT. It just DOESN’T.”

    “More information, please, and I’ll go away quietly.”

    So once again, there lies the unresolved unwound like miles and miles of twine between us and I thought this time it would be gathered and tightly balled up like it should be.

    The fucking universe, man. God’s joke on the angsty mortal.

     
  3. tel 3.28.2003

    Sounds like someone played Bogart all right.

    It’s good in the movie, because of the Nazi’s and everything…but Rick wouldn’t have given two shits about breaking up that marriage if the war was already over. Not two miserable shits.

    Anyway…

     
  4. tel 3.28.2003

    well, my couch is certainly empty, and you’d be welcome to it. but I know that’s unrealistic and shit. (emphasis on the “and shit”)

    we should talk this weekend. if and when you feel up to it. drunk or otherwise. air-punching or otherwise.

    I guess I’ll post this same thing over in my canvas bag now…

     
  5. @feckless 3.29.2003

    oh. wow. a whole nother world in here.

    my world is gonna blow up one day, hopefully. you know, and there will be probably things like this in comments and all that. however i’ll be the bad person? so that’s good right?

    oh wow. i … a moment. is what that was.

     

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