"Tyler, it's perfect."
I used to fly everywhere, single serving trays of food and single serving friends. That's where I met Tyler. But now...now there are no more planes for me. Not after I went to see God and his Valley of the Dolls playset. We got off the bus and the heat hit me, so dry, like sticking your hand in a gas-oven. Tyler laughs at this comparison, "You should find an oven and stick your head in, hit rock bottom. Marla did it."
We spend the first week in mouldering hotels, mint green walls supposed to calm and soothe you. Tyler thinks they look like pus. I spend my time job hunting, Tyler gets a job as a projectionist. One day he comes home and says he's found a house for us. It's a long drive out to the Rutland industrial area, but it doesn't matter, Tyler siphoned the gas out of a RV and we're ready to go.
The car is missing a window and the passenger side floor is almost worn away. This car is a tool - we use it, it doesn't use us. He stops the car and I look out, to see this. Tyler turns to me, grinning that manic, irrepressible grin. "Well, what do you think of it? It's a festering, rat-filled, syphilitic stain. God, I love this country."
"What's the address?"
"91 Hope Street."
"Tyler, it's perfect."
We spend the first week in mouldering hotels, mint green walls supposed to calm and soothe you. Tyler thinks they look like pus. I spend my time job hunting, Tyler gets a job as a projectionist. One day he comes home and says he's found a house for us. It's a long drive out to the Rutland industrial area, but it doesn't matter, Tyler siphoned the gas out of a RV and we're ready to go.
The car is missing a window and the passenger side floor is almost worn away. This car is a tool - we use it, it doesn't use us. He stops the car and I look out, to see this. Tyler turns to me, grinning that manic, irrepressible grin. "Well, what do you think of it? It's a festering, rat-filled, syphilitic stain. God, I love this country."
"What's the address?"
"91 Hope Street."
"Tyler, it's perfect."