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THIRTY: DRINKING BUDDIES
| Love
and other moments are just chemical reactions in your brain| And feelings of
aggression are the absence of the love drug in your veins| Love come
quickly| Because I feel my self esteem is caving
in| It’s on the
brink
| Love come
quickly | Because I don’t think I can keep the monster
in
| it’s in my skin… [Gunning
Down Romance] Savage Garden But
dammit, I don’t regret telling her. She had to face it some time, there
wasn’t any way about it. So
I just made my way back silently to my seat, knowing that
physically we were meters apart, yet emotionally; we were further apart than we
had ever been. “Something
wrong, J?” “Nah
man, just got something out of my system” We
landed at the airport just after midnight; the place was pitch black, and I
could just make out the lights on the tarmac. A cab had already been arranged so
we headed straight to the Wilchester Hotel. There
wasn’t anything to distract me the ride over; my thoughts were my only friends
but at that moment, they seemed more like foes. The anger in her eyes, the pain,
the slap. Walking out- it all ran through my head like a movie, and I felt
everything- even the sting of the slap. I
knew there was no way I could stay by myself; so I went to D’s room to chill
as soon as I dropped my bags “Man,
where have you been?”
I
made myself comfortable on the couch, and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. “We’ve
got to go to the studio tomorrow” “What
time?” “Eight” “Shit”
I cursed as I took another swig. D took the seat opposite me, and just watched. “Jet
lag?” “I
wish” “Bad
flight? Fans waiting at the airport? Foul looking air hostesses? Dela- ” “Look
D, I just want to have someone to drink with, ‘k?” I finished off the rest of
the beer and hurled the empty bottle to the bin, but of course, it thudded on
the floor instead. “Trashing
hotel rooms already, must be big” D remarked, eyebrows raised as he picked up
the bottle and threw it in the bin. I went over to the fridge and grabbed two
beers. “Drink”
I commanded gruffly, shoving D the bottle. He
just gave me this really irritating look of sympathy. I hate that. “Drink”
I commanded again. I
just need a drinking buddy tonight. Yep, one drinking buddy tonight and all my
sorrows will be gone in the morning. I
don’t dwell on the past; well, not anymore anyway. APOLOGY:
On the 25th October the Orlando Herald published ‘Behind the
Censors: The ‘R’ Rated McLean’. |
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