threw your lego in the lake ;; what'd you wanna go do that for?
It's quiet in here, a weird sort of quiet I'm not used to, and it's filtering into my head and making it buzz. The whisper of God in the air, or some shit.
Church. Like I told Logan, the only place the Micks and the Spicks can ever get together without someone gettin' punched. Now I'm sitting in the pew with my head on my fist, half my mind running over the fact that Thumper's dead, half my mind running over Felix and wondering if it really makes a difference. Thumper's dead. Sure. That helps my pride, knowing I got the guy that got my friend. But Felix is still dead too.
I can't believe I actually fuckin' did this. Confession. I told the Padre, it's been a long time... and well, even I can admit I got a lot to confess. It feels lighter after-- not like I give a shit about absolution or anything like that, but just tellin' someone all that shit makes it easier to sit with. What's gonna happen from here on out, even I can't say. I'm still out of the gang, they're still dealin' with the Fitzpatricks, and shit, my friend is still dead, and somehow that sits harder on my shoulders than any of the other shit I've done. I get to my feet, heading for the door while I tug out my sunglasses and shove 'em on my face. I'm sure as hell not getting choked up about this, but just in case my face looks funny, I'm not takin' any chances getting funny looks from people.
I'd thought I was done with surprises, you know? Thought after I found out about my own gang planning and dealing behind my back-- after I dealt with it, I should say-- that shit would settle down for a while. Seems I was wrong-- go figure, right? Well, it's happened before. I just don't expect a surprise like this-- like pushing open the door of St. Mary's and finding myself staring down a beautiful beach vista instead of the midday street scene I'm expecting.
My first thought is-- well okay, it isn't really a thought so much as an overall feeling of What the fuck just happened? I look around me, wondering how the shit I ended up out on the beach. It's gonna be a bitch getting back to my car, but I figure I can make my way well enough, as soon as I figure out where in God's name I am.
And that's when I turn around and realize there's no boardwalk behind me, no gaggles of '09ers brushing up their tans or anything. In fact, there doesn't seem to be a hell of a lot in the way of civilization anywhere in sight. Which all in all, is pretty fucking weird, to the point I wouldn't mind calling freaky even. I start walking, seeing someone up ahead of me on the beach, lifting a hand and calling out, "Hey! Hold up a second!" They're gonna tell me what the hell is going on here, or they're gonna bring me to someone who can.
Church. Like I told Logan, the only place the Micks and the Spicks can ever get together without someone gettin' punched. Now I'm sitting in the pew with my head on my fist, half my mind running over the fact that Thumper's dead, half my mind running over Felix and wondering if it really makes a difference. Thumper's dead. Sure. That helps my pride, knowing I got the guy that got my friend. But Felix is still dead too.
I can't believe I actually fuckin' did this. Confession. I told the Padre, it's been a long time... and well, even I can admit I got a lot to confess. It feels lighter after-- not like I give a shit about absolution or anything like that, but just tellin' someone all that shit makes it easier to sit with. What's gonna happen from here on out, even I can't say. I'm still out of the gang, they're still dealin' with the Fitzpatricks, and shit, my friend is still dead, and somehow that sits harder on my shoulders than any of the other shit I've done. I get to my feet, heading for the door while I tug out my sunglasses and shove 'em on my face. I'm sure as hell not getting choked up about this, but just in case my face looks funny, I'm not takin' any chances getting funny looks from people.
I'd thought I was done with surprises, you know? Thought after I found out about my own gang planning and dealing behind my back-- after I dealt with it, I should say-- that shit would settle down for a while. Seems I was wrong-- go figure, right? Well, it's happened before. I just don't expect a surprise like this-- like pushing open the door of St. Mary's and finding myself staring down a beautiful beach vista instead of the midday street scene I'm expecting.
My first thought is-- well okay, it isn't really a thought so much as an overall feeling of What the fuck just happened? I look around me, wondering how the shit I ended up out on the beach. It's gonna be a bitch getting back to my car, but I figure I can make my way well enough, as soon as I figure out where in God's name I am.
And that's when I turn around and realize there's no boardwalk behind me, no gaggles of '09ers brushing up their tans or anything. In fact, there doesn't seem to be a hell of a lot in the way of civilization anywhere in sight. Which all in all, is pretty fucking weird, to the point I wouldn't mind calling freaky even. I start walking, seeing someone up ahead of me on the beach, lifting a hand and calling out, "Hey! Hold up a second!" They're gonna tell me what the hell is going on here, or they're gonna bring me to someone who can.