Tom...Vein dietro a me, e lascia dir le genti. Sta come torre ferma, che non crolla. Già mai la cima per soffiar di venti. Per lei.
And if I you ever walk up to me smelling like a goddamn liquor shop after I have expressly told you alcohol is forbidden I'm going to hunt down where you're living, take every bottle of booze in the place and beat you
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Besides, this is the second time in a row, and I'm damn near ready to slap him one.
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[locked against Tom]
I found some restaurants to deliver soup and smoothies to him. He shouldn't try living off coffee, after all.
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The last thing Tom needs right now is alcohol (well, and cigarettes, but I figure since he's never smoked to begin with we won't need to worry about that). He knows this. I have explained it to him in detail.
And you should hardly blame yourself for suggesting it, you wouldn't have known unless he'd told you, as he obviously didn't. Besides, he'd already gotten sloshed two days prior to that, so it wasn't your influence driving him to it.
That's wonderful. -smiles- Though I imagine the local Starbucks will be disappointed.
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I swear, Theresa, I don't think that man's neurons always line up right.
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But doctor...vassene 'l tempo e l'uom non se n'avvede. I didn't realize how much I was having. Or how late it was.
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Jesus, Tom, first off you're not supposed to be having any because I don't trust you with that sort of thing, and guess who was right.
Secondly, you're having too much when you pass out. Even I know that. But in your case, you're having too much when you even take a sip. I don't know how to put this more clearly, but: NO. ALCOHOL.
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