the brief interlude with his brother had done something to take his mind away from everything, just for that small while. But now, here, back in his home, it all came rushing forward again.

He was alone in his temple, the mess still not cleaned, drinking.

I have suddenly become Mr Blunt.

And Mr. Fix Everything That Is Wrong.

What a strange couple of days.

A guy fucking entrusts his wife to me, comes to my house and demands that I tell her to go back? Now, I've got nothing against a guy wanting his wife back, or whatever, but he didn't exactly treat her like a queen. Like a guy should. In fact, he was rather sleezy about a lot of things ( Read more... )

I...

well...

See, it went like....

cause....

I mean....

Well, fuck.

My brother got the girl.

I feel a little Emo.
What the hell's happened to me?

What's the reason for this dad? Pissy because mom bursted in on you and left without giving you any ( Read more... )

I can be such a dick

This will be good for me.

the mirror in front of him reflects his face staring blankly back at him while he leans on the bathroom counter

I should get out. This will be good for me.

everyone is gone when he finally makes his way back out to the living room. Hopefully they haven't LEFT left.

A night on the town, in good ol' New York City. Funny how the most of them had no idea what it was. And down to the Villiage too.

He briefly wondered whose idea it was, and then decided he didn't care.

As long as Harm wasn't going to get back into ... things.... and as long as no one tried to set him up with... Oh fucking Hell ( Read more... )

He sits thinking. The video game system is on, but paused. His stereo is on, but muted. There's a full glass of Jack with the ice melting.so they want me married. There's some plot, I know it. I don't want to be married, but I certainly don't want to get stuck in some loveless farce. Like every other freaking Greek here. People married to people, ( Read more... )