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It's All In The Glucose Drip
I've returned. Not much in a talking mood. Depressed, and hooked up to IVs every 12 hours. Details later.
Adieu
Starting tonight, my lack of blogging will be replaced by an inability to do so. I'm being admitted to the hospital for several days. The lesions are attacking my spine, and they're trying to high dose steroid me. So, I'll talk you suckas on the flip-flop!
How To Burn Bridges -- Journal Entry
I've been writing most of the weekend, and even though it's only been 10 pages, I'm proud of hitting 130 pages. Seeing as how some of this is based on my life, I'm sure this book will make more than a few enemies. I know you have no backstory, but any comments are more than welcome based on the style. Here's an example:
So, Gabe’s “Did you fuck her?” comment brought all that back to the very front of my memory. I tried to ignore it. For sanity’s sake, I tried to ignore it.
“Or was it a threesome? Was it like an orgy of lesbian fucking, and you were the ring leader of licking and poking?”
I could feel my self restraint trickling away over the last few weeks. Between the doctors, the illnesses, the dreams, and everything else that was going on, it was slowing become a characteristic I was quickly losing. And in that car, I lost a little more of it.
“You stupid, stupid, fucker.”
The car got quiet.
“Did I fuck her? Was there a lesbian orgy? Are you honestly so fucking single-minded that you honestly think that women are nothing more than sex things for you to use in some perverse form of punishing the species because you think they’re all crazy and therefore out to get you? You’re fucking ridiculous.”
“You think they’re crazy too!” Gabe shot back.
“Really? REALLY? When I have I EVER sat around bemoaning the fact that I hate women and must therefore sleep with as many of them as possible? I’d like to fucking now, so I can add BLACKOUTS to my list of medical conditions!”
Gabe, was stunned. Whether it was because he honestly didn’t have an answer, or because he’s never heard me yell, I couldn’t be sure. But there were no words coming out of him. But I also didn’t want it to end there. I wanted to continue being angry. I haven’t had let any of the anger that came from the past few weeks to surface, and now it decided that Gabe would be the focus of all of it.
“You can’t claim they’re crazy in one breath and in the next breath talk about your new girlfriend. It’s hypocritical. It’s stupid. And most of all it’s annoying. Really fucking annoying. For someone who claims to be as honest as possible, you must be lying to these women, because there’s no way in hell they’d be fawning over you if you were constantly calling them stupid and crazy.”
No one spoke. Gabe’s face was passive. All anger that had grown over the course of my fit was gone. And he only said. “You can’t deny you like lesbians.”
“WHO DOESN’T LIKE LESBIANS?!” I shouted.
From the back Jen whispered, “They don’t do much for me.”
Somehow, that defused the situation.
There were no apologies. There was no admitting of wrongs.
But it was over.
And we drove on.
My Favorite Holiday
I forgot to wish everyone Happy Slasher Eve! It's Freddy Vs Jason day tomorrow! WOOOOO!
Worship The Dirt
Added a new link over in the blog section. The fine folk at Messiah For Hire asked me to join their blog, and who am I to say no to another place to spread my rambling brainwashing word.
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