I scheduled a vacation next week mostly for mental health reasons. I've been letting things bother me and I don't seem to be solving the problem so I'll avoid the problem. Maybe I should try relaxation techniques.
"She's going to work for F e l t." (there are actually no spaces between the letters, I just don't want it showing up in any searches)
"What?"
"F e l t."
"Huh?"
Gawd Fuk'n Damnit is what I wanted to say because we had a conversation about the place just the day before, however I just repeated the name of the club again.
"What's that?"
"It's a bar, a club."
"That's a good name. Do they have strippers?"
What the fuk is the matter with you? Is what I wanted to say, however I just said "No." Boston Proper has just two strip joints left and he knows this; place isn't one of them.
(When I hear that word, I think of the fabric, he thinks of groping)
"Is there a cover?"
"Yes," the bartender said.
"Then I'm not going."
I may have mumbled "Asshole."
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
2 days ago
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