Mocha goodness
Now that I've recovered the use of my bodily functions (I still want to kill Andrew and his stupid winged monkeys!) it's time for me to get on with my life, such as it is. Only I don't really want to go back to my lonely apartment, with the nightmare painted walls. I don't want to go back to only having the memories of my mother and brother to give me any sort of reason to go on living. I need something more than that.
So I don't really know where I'm going exactly, I only know that I don't really want to go back there. That's not home. It never has been. Maybe it's because I feel something at the club, some sort of sense of family there with Mike and Jon... and yes, even Andrew. I don't want to leave. I want to stay here. Here is like some crazy kind of place to belong. Some purpose...
So I asked Michael if he'd take me out to the Espresso Pump -- I needed some fresh air and besides, it'll be good for him to do something in the daylight hours. He's too damn pale. Figured we could have some mocha type goodness and maybe talk about this situation. Maybe, just maybe.. he won't mind sharing his living space over the club with one more person...
The drive over there I was mostly quiet. I haven't recovered the use of my body enough to trust myself driving, so Michael was driving my car. Kinda looks funny having a cute little guy like him driving a big ol'black car... but then again, rather fits in with the whole Goth vibe he gives off. Though I really don't think he's as 'lord of darkness' as he pretends to be. I think to some extent, he's more about the business than the subculture. Which is good-- he'd get kind of depressing to hang out with if he was always doom and gloom.
As it is, we got to the Pump (stupid name, isn't it?) and settled down at a table. Michael went to order our drinks -- which was really nice of him, and also practical as my fine motor skills also still aren't 100%. But I'm walking, talking and vertical -- so I'm on my way. As he came back over to the table, I gave him a small smile.
"You're probably wondering what I wanted to talk to you about...."
((Open to Michael and anyone else who wants to be at the Espresso Pump))
So I don't really know where I'm going exactly, I only know that I don't really want to go back there. That's not home. It never has been. Maybe it's because I feel something at the club, some sort of sense of family there with Mike and Jon... and yes, even Andrew. I don't want to leave. I want to stay here. Here is like some crazy kind of place to belong. Some purpose...
So I asked Michael if he'd take me out to the Espresso Pump -- I needed some fresh air and besides, it'll be good for him to do something in the daylight hours. He's too damn pale. Figured we could have some mocha type goodness and maybe talk about this situation. Maybe, just maybe.. he won't mind sharing his living space over the club with one more person...
The drive over there I was mostly quiet. I haven't recovered the use of my body enough to trust myself driving, so Michael was driving my car. Kinda looks funny having a cute little guy like him driving a big ol'black car... but then again, rather fits in with the whole Goth vibe he gives off. Though I really don't think he's as 'lord of darkness' as he pretends to be. I think to some extent, he's more about the business than the subculture. Which is good-- he'd get kind of depressing to hang out with if he was always doom and gloom.
As it is, we got to the Pump (stupid name, isn't it?) and settled down at a table. Michael went to order our drinks -- which was really nice of him, and also practical as my fine motor skills also still aren't 100%. But I'm walking, talking and vertical -- so I'm on my way. As he came back over to the table, I gave him a small smile.
"You're probably wondering what I wanted to talk to you about...."
((Open to Michael and anyone else who wants to be at the Espresso Pump))