Lend me your ear while I call you a fool
[Lunchtime, Friday day 54]
Ended up sittin' wit' Tez pretty much all night, mosta th'day too. Wasn'as bad azzI'd feared, wasn'as good's'I hoped. Few spasms, 'f'e started seein' thin's 'e never said, didn' end up havin' t'tie 'im down. But'e wuz weak's a kitten, an'e didn' wanna be alone (never said so, but I knew it), so I stayed wit'im an' we spent mosta th'day sittin' 'round m'wagon. I worked an'e slept (wit' me wakin'im up ev'ry so often t'pour more booze down'is throat), or talked. Not 'bout anythin' important, but we don' 'nough talkin' 'bout all that shit lately. Wuz nice t'talk 'bout nothin' ferra while.
An' wuz real nice, real nice t'getta night a real fuckin' sleep once Tez left las' night (still shaky, but up 'n movin' onnis own, swore 'e'd be okay now). Full nine hours, my Lord. Felt like a damn lux'ry, way things've been lately. Spent a li'l time wit' Smokey once I got up, too...been neglectin'im, poor baby. Givvim' a good brushin', some sugar, talk t'him (ain't much fer conversation, but'e's a damn good list'ner) b'fore I puttim in th'pasture. Poor ol' fella.
Putter 'round a bit, do some gatherin', then dress up nice (fer me, anyway) an' head inta town. Gotta lunch date, so I do. An' damned 'f I ain't lookin' forward t'it. Don' us'lly go inta town on m'own. Us'lly out there drinkin' 'r lookin' after Tez, 'r takin' care'a m'girls. Don' us'ally go inta town fer me. Ain't social. But then, ain't hardly never been in one place fer so long I been tempted t'get my skinny ass of th'damn lot, jes' t'keep from goin' crazy.
...an'I got a friend in town. Sorta. Fella I kinda like, anyway. An'f I spend any more time onna lot I am gonna go crazy.
Jes' hope Marks ain't around. Dunno 'f'll be able t'keep m'temper in check 'f'e is. Open th'shop door an' step inside. "Slaughterman? You 'round?"
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Ended up sittin' wit' Tez pretty much all night, mosta th'day too. Wasn'as bad azzI'd feared, wasn'as good's'I hoped. Few spasms, 'f'e started seein' thin's 'e never said, didn' end up havin' t'tie 'im down. But'e wuz weak's a kitten, an'e didn' wanna be alone (never said so, but I knew it), so I stayed wit'im an' we spent mosta th'day sittin' 'round m'wagon. I worked an'e slept (wit' me wakin'im up ev'ry so often t'pour more booze down'is throat), or talked. Not 'bout anythin' important, but we don' 'nough talkin' 'bout all that shit lately. Wuz nice t'talk 'bout nothin' ferra while.
An' wuz real nice, real nice t'getta night a real fuckin' sleep once Tez left las' night (still shaky, but up 'n movin' onnis own, swore 'e'd be okay now). Full nine hours, my Lord. Felt like a damn lux'ry, way things've been lately. Spent a li'l time wit' Smokey once I got up, too...been neglectin'im, poor baby. Givvim' a good brushin', some sugar, talk t'him (ain't much fer conversation, but'e's a damn good list'ner) b'fore I puttim in th'pasture. Poor ol' fella.
Putter 'round a bit, do some gatherin', then dress up nice (fer me, anyway) an' head inta town. Gotta lunch date, so I do. An' damned 'f I ain't lookin' forward t'it. Don' us'lly go inta town on m'own. Us'lly out there drinkin' 'r lookin' after Tez, 'r takin' care'a m'girls. Don' us'ally go inta town fer me. Ain't social. But then, ain't hardly never been in one place fer so long I been tempted t'get my skinny ass of th'damn lot, jes' t'keep from goin' crazy.
...an'I got a friend in town. Sorta. Fella I kinda like, anyway. An'f I spend any more time onna lot I am gonna go crazy.
Jes' hope Marks ain't around. Dunno 'f'll be able t'keep m'temper in check 'f'e is. Open th'shop door an' step inside. "Slaughterman? You 'round?"
[OPEN to Simon and others]
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