Dec 08, 2006 14:02
He hadn't bothered to leave. Maybe it was stupid on his part, but he'd only gone back for long enough to get some food and a change of clothes besides sleeping - as someone had so happily pointed out to him yesterday, the way to cure brokeitis wasn't to rack up bills at a bar.
But someone else had told him that time stopped here.
That sounded lile a gift to his coping mechanisms if ever he heard one.
seymour krelborn,
steven rimbauer