Why can't you shoulder the blame cuz both my shoulders are heavy
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21. Samantha: Shots of tequila, bullets, and bitterness
I was nursing the shot of tequila the same way I was supposed to be nursing my shoulder - slow and easy. Then Jack walked into the bar, and my good intentions were shot to hell - also like my shoulder. I tossed the shot back, asked for another, and waited for what was to come next.
There’s a metaphor in there somewhere.
He tried to apologize and ask for forgiveness. I tried to block out the sound of his voice. He tried to explain what had happened, as if the fact that my shoulder could predict showers wasn’t enough proof that something needed explaining. I tried to pretend he didn’t exist.
The only thing we got through that day was Zoë’s new bottle of Jose Cuervo.
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Well, I've got nothing more to say. I've got an eyepatch to make, a skeleton to reassemble, and a road trip to prepare for.
Yarr! (That's me trying out my pirate accent.)
21. Samantha: Shots of tequila, bullets, and bitterness
I was nursing the shot of tequila the same way I was supposed to be nursing my shoulder - slow and easy. Then Jack walked into the bar, and my good intentions were shot to hell - also like my shoulder. I tossed the shot back, asked for another, and waited for what was to come next.
There’s a metaphor in there somewhere.
He tried to apologize and ask for forgiveness. I tried to block out the sound of his voice. He tried to explain what had happened, as if the fact that my shoulder could predict showers wasn’t enough proof that something needed explaining. I tried to pretend he didn’t exist.
The only thing we got through that day was Zoë’s new bottle of Jose Cuervo.
~*~
Well, I've got nothing more to say. I've got an eyepatch to make, a skeleton to reassemble, and a road trip to prepare for.
Yarr! (That's me trying out my pirate accent.)