HT100 #14 -- Blast from the past: Mise en scène
I'm so not pleased with this, but well.
They say the devil's in the details... Someone stop me, I'm goin' straight to hell. I've spared him no detail, down to the smell of alcohol he can't help but pick up on, down to the sob story I've come armed with for his sympathetic ears. Fucker's always so desperate to save everyone... Here he is, all soft and dopey from seein' his kids. Time to get this show on the road. Sure enough, he walks right up into it, sappy smile, words of love spewin' out of his mouth. Throw a few crumbs...
'I love you Toby.'
Gotcha. Hook, line, and sinker.
They say the devil's in the details... Someone stop me, I'm goin' straight to hell. I've spared him no detail, down to the smell of alcohol he can't help but pick up on, down to the sob story I've come armed with for his sympathetic ears. Fucker's always so desperate to save everyone... Here he is, all soft and dopey from seein' his kids. Time to get this show on the road. Sure enough, he walks right up into it, sappy smile, words of love spewin' out of his mouth. Throw a few crumbs...
'I love you Toby.'
Gotcha. Hook, line, and sinker.