Jello Dragon A3 | Afternoon | Sunday | June 20
Alex hadn't realized what day it was until he'd been awake and in a decent sort of mood for awhile. As soon as he'd realized, that decent mood had gone into the shitter to be replaced by his all too familiar brood and sulk. He couldn't help it, knowing there was a holiday for pieces of shit like his father just instantly had him retreating into his shell and wanting to punch the first happy person he saw.
Today was one of those days that he really wished he could get into contact with Aaron, to check to see how he was. He'd been young when everything went down but Alex was sure he remembered. His phone was too quiet though and Alex, needing to do something, lit a cigarette and paced a bit.
He wanted a drink or a fight or something. He had to settle with his thoughts and a burning cigarette. It wasn't exactly the greatest of tradeoffs. Maybe his father was doing the same thing somewhere. Propped up in some dingy apartment, half out of his mind on drugs and celebrating his accomplishments as a father.
Yep. Great day.
[Post is open if you're willing to deal with his mood, of course!]
Today was one of those days that he really wished he could get into contact with Aaron, to check to see how he was. He'd been young when everything went down but Alex was sure he remembered. His phone was too quiet though and Alex, needing to do something, lit a cigarette and paced a bit.
He wanted a drink or a fight or something. He had to settle with his thoughts and a burning cigarette. It wasn't exactly the greatest of tradeoffs. Maybe his father was doing the same thing somewhere. Propped up in some dingy apartment, half out of his mind on drugs and celebrating his accomplishments as a father.
Yep. Great day.
[Post is open if you're willing to deal with his mood, of course!]