GAME ENTRY 5 // "OBJECTS OF LOVE" // NOV 19 - 25, 2007
A Welcome back, Jack message is written on the wall of his coffee house - because what would Jack’s be without a cryptic message scrawled on his wall in blood red?
If honey's what you covet,
You'll find that I love it,
Because I'll guzzle
Up the thing you prize!
The city's going downhill,
So I'll give it a thrill
And I'll take any gift of love
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I crack my eyes open to slits and the sun pricks them like hot needles through the cracks in the blinds. I'm like a vampire I reflect irritably as I turn away, scurrying away from the light. Please someone hurry up with the stakes!
My eyes finally adjust and, fighting back the urge to be sick, I look around me. I'm lying curled up on the couch in the same clothes I was wearing Sunday night. An empty bourbon bottle and three glasses sit on the coffee table. One of them is still half full, so I pick it up and sniff it. (Well, it's bourbon, surprise huh?)
Wham, wham, wham.
I jump. Fuck! I have to make that hammering stop. My head feels like it's going to split wide open. Still holding the glass in one hand, I stumble over to the front door and open it a crack. Outside waits Ms. Eidelman, standing on the front porch with a vacuum cleaner cradled in her arms.
"Miss Burroughs?"
What time is it? What day is it? Monday afternoon already? It can't be, can it?
"Go away," I mumble. "I don't need you today. Sorry."
I'm about to shut the door in her face when the bourbon glass slips from my fingers and shatters on the hardwood floor. I let out a startled cry and jump back. Then, before I know it, Ms. Eidelman has made her way inside.
"Oh shit, are you okay? Careful! You don't have any shoes on, you'll get cut."
Jesus. Why me? Must I look like an idiot in front of everyone, even my own cleaning lady?
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