resolutions

[curtwildmuse]

i hate this time of year. it's always 'oh i'm gonna do this' or 'i'm gonna be that' when we all know it comes to jack shit in the end

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[shadow_jason]

*dials the number scribbled in eyeliner on the piece of Kleenex*

[curtwildmuse]

*jumps--he's pretty toasted--and picks up the phone, then drops it, then finally gets it to his ear* yeah... *hoarsely*

[shadow_jason]

Curt? It's Jason. Master and I wanted to arrange to get together with you again.

[curtwildmuse]

oh... *clears throat and fails to sound eager* Yeah. Um. We can do that. *hesitates, then can't help himself* When?

[fred_less]

I know it probably means nothing from a stranger, but I hope you accomplish something.

[curtwildmuse]

*blearily* i hope i do too. i'll start when my score runs out. or... yeah. something.

[fred_less]

*sadly* Maybe you should start now. Or ... maybe just try to start now.

[curtwildmuse]

*shakes head* i'm not good at starting now.

*holds out bottle* beer? or are you one of those wine cooler types?

[brianslade]

::dials Curt's number::

[curtwildmuse]

*picks up after several rings, answers half-drunkenly* yeah?

[brianslade]

Hey, it's me, Brian. i was wondering if maybe I could help you...?

[curtwildmuse]

...help me? ...uh. with what? *sounds of a lighter being struggled with and then lit, and a heavy exhale*

[_rents_]

So where's this stash of yours?

[curtwildmuse]

my motel room. it's crap here, but you know. i don't do anything but shoot up and sleep.

[_rents_]

*flops down on the bed* Aye, I've had times like that myself. Not so much these days, though.

[curtwildmuse]

's not so bad when there's someone around. *passes over a cheap tin tray of stuff; pills and weed and paraphernalia*

[jon_r_meyers]

::sees the comment further up::

Well, if you want to cut someone...

[curtwildmuse]

*pulls knives out and starts cleaning them*

[jon_r_meyers]

::shivers as he sees the knives and smiles::

[curtwildmuse]

like that, huh? I'm outta practice, though...