I could use a nice tall glass of suicide right about now.
Either that or something to relax my stomach... because I've had this "ready to barf" feeling for nearly three hours. Did I get up at the crack of dawn? Yes. Did I look at all the ships? Yes. Did I find one I liked? Yes.
And, of course, with all that good karma, something just plain shitty had to happen. I met a man, Marco, who said he was my father. Suspicious to the nth degree, yes, but... he seems to know a lot about me. He knew where I grew up, he knew how old I was, he seemed to recognize the birth mark at the back of my neck...
Right now we're in a holding pattern until Marco's crew come back from doing whatever. Which they haven't. So we're stuck here together and we haven't said a word to each other since the finding out. And he keeps throwing me this look... the kinda look you throw to somebody that you really hate but feel sorry for. You know? Damn, not even the Ugly Kids can cheer me up now.
Ugh, here comes that barfing feeling again...
And, of course, with all that good karma, something just plain shitty had to happen. I met a man, Marco, who said he was my father. Suspicious to the nth degree, yes, but... he seems to know a lot about me. He knew where I grew up, he knew how old I was, he seemed to recognize the birth mark at the back of my neck...
Right now we're in a holding pattern until Marco's crew come back from doing whatever. Which they haven't. So we're stuck here together and we haven't said a word to each other since the finding out. And he keeps throwing me this look... the kinda look you throw to somebody that you really hate but feel sorry for. You know? Damn, not even the Ugly Kids can cheer me up now.
Ugh, here comes that barfing feeling again...