7th Note
[Accidental Voice Post]
Well, this is unexpected.
[...]
Fine, for someone trapped in a cursed city. [...] Just the usual. I'm getting a band together and I wanna put an album out if I stick around long enough. Look, I'd love to stick around and chat, but I've got to go to work. [...] Yeah, I've got a fucking job, that's what people do. [...] I've been working since I was sixteen, don't act like you think I can't hold down a fucking job. And no, I will not watch my fucking language.
[...]
What do you care? [...] Yeah, whatever. [...] No. [...] But--[...] Look, I'm clean, all right? Tell Mom I'm fine, if you can, if you're even here, which I doubt.
[...]
No, you look. You listen for a while. I'm twenty-seven and I haven't needed you for a long time. And I bet you didn't think I'd make it past twenty, but--surprise--it looks like I'm going to go on living my life, living it however I damn well please, for a long time, so please just go back to acting like you don't know anything about my life and I'll be more than happy to let you live in ignorance. [...] No you don't. [...] My life's not something you can fix, so do us both a favor and stop trying. And stop acting like it was my fault things got messed up in the first place.
[...]
No, I--no, you know what, I do blame you. Don't act like you deserve an award because you didn't respond in the worst possible way you could have. I don't care if you did what you thought was best--obviously, it didn't work and I'll just go on fucking whoever I want and I don't care what you think of me--[...] You bastard, I can't believe you actually--
[a thumping noise followed by the sound of some things breaking and a nearly indecipherable string of profanity, followed by an especially long pause, after which Curt seems to have calmed down.]
You're really not going away, are you?
[...]
So...how's Katie?
[ooc: Was going to skip this one, but my willpower is weak and it's too hot to go to bed. Pretend this was posted earlier.]
Well, this is unexpected.
[...]
Fine, for someone trapped in a cursed city. [...] Just the usual. I'm getting a band together and I wanna put an album out if I stick around long enough. Look, I'd love to stick around and chat, but I've got to go to work. [...] Yeah, I've got a fucking job, that's what people do. [...] I've been working since I was sixteen, don't act like you think I can't hold down a fucking job. And no, I will not watch my fucking language.
[...]
What do you care? [...] Yeah, whatever. [...] No. [...] But--[...] Look, I'm clean, all right? Tell Mom I'm fine, if you can, if you're even here, which I doubt.
[...]
No, you look. You listen for a while. I'm twenty-seven and I haven't needed you for a long time. And I bet you didn't think I'd make it past twenty, but--surprise--it looks like I'm going to go on living my life, living it however I damn well please, for a long time, so please just go back to acting like you don't know anything about my life and I'll be more than happy to let you live in ignorance. [...] No you don't. [...] My life's not something you can fix, so do us both a favor and stop trying. And stop acting like it was my fault things got messed up in the first place.
[...]
No, I--no, you know what, I do blame you. Don't act like you deserve an award because you didn't respond in the worst possible way you could have. I don't care if you did what you thought was best--obviously, it didn't work and I'll just go on fucking whoever I want and I don't care what you think of me--[...] You bastard, I can't believe you actually--
[a thumping noise followed by the sound of some things breaking and a nearly indecipherable string of profanity, followed by an especially long pause, after which Curt seems to have calmed down.]
You're really not going away, are you?
[...]
So...how's Katie?
[ooc: Was going to skip this one, but my willpower is weak and it's too hot to go to bed. Pretend this was posted earlier.]