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Apr 30, 2009 08:38

I was in a real goddamn good mood when I woke up this morning, and that's thanks to one woman. Maybe I'll find her again today, maybe someone else. Who knows. I'm a good-looking guy in my twenties, I'm in incredible shape, what woman in her right mind wouldn't want me?

Nix is being a pain in my ass and won't give me the key to his cellar. Jesus Christ, I gave him the damn thing in the first place, you'd think he wouldn't be so stingy with it with his own best fucking friend. Whatever, at least he gave me a bottle of...something, some kind of whiskey, which I have with me where I'm sitting out near the compound. I've also managed to scrounge up a couple packs of cigarettes and I'm lazily smoking one, leaning up against a tree with the bottle sitting next to me.

It occurs to me, as I'm sitting there, that I'm supposed to be going to class or some shit. Oh well. What's the point of school on a deserted island in the Twilight Zone anyway? There's a baseball game later, and I suppose I'll go to that, just to have something to do if nothing else. Plus, there are some pretty good-looking broads on some of the teams. Good-looking broads watching, too - Helen's been to every game so far. Maybe she'll let me get a feel again today.

I take another long drag and blow the smoke into the air, watching people come and go as I sit on my ass and do nothing.

plot: opposite plot, brooke davis, rogue, richard winters, briony tallis, donna troy, harry welsh, sharon agathon, bathsheba hart

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