Come on, baby. Take a chance with us...
Sitting Logan down and telling him I was going up to the compound to find books and grab some food... and to see if I could find Brian, didn't really go over well. But the kid's here, and it doesn't matter how many fights me and Logan have about it, I can't abandon the kid. I just can't... Too much of our lives are linked up, which is pretty fucking weird considering he's basically a stranger, but we... We share somethin' can't really be explained. Maybe that's what Logan's so afraid of.
So, when the whole goddamn island's out exploring temples and playing with tigers, I'm standing in front of the bookcase and humming along with Jim Morrison wailing on the jukebox. I've got an armload of books with cowboys and wild west goldrush and oil tycoons and all kinds of weird shit the shelf decides to give me today. Maybe a movie, just to unwind, so I put the books aside, pulling a few cans off the shelf and walking over to set up the projector. Nothing like a little blood and gore to finish the day...
Then I'll gather up my books and make us dinner, head back to the hut and play nursemaid, back to that domestic hell -- which wouldn't be much hell at all if Logan wasn't so depressed, but for now its buckets of red corn syrup and flying body parts. It's been a while...
[Catch him in front of the bookcase (listening to The Doors-The End), sitting down for a movie, or even back at the Hamlet once the movie's over, juggling his books and food. Wherever. He's got three movies to choose from: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), The Clockwork Orange, or Grindhouse: Deathproof. Your choice. Open to all. ST/LT more than welcome, and now's an excellent time to meet him.]
So, when the whole goddamn island's out exploring temples and playing with tigers, I'm standing in front of the bookcase and humming along with Jim Morrison wailing on the jukebox. I've got an armload of books with cowboys and wild west goldrush and oil tycoons and all kinds of weird shit the shelf decides to give me today. Maybe a movie, just to unwind, so I put the books aside, pulling a few cans off the shelf and walking over to set up the projector. Nothing like a little blood and gore to finish the day...
Then I'll gather up my books and make us dinner, head back to the hut and play nursemaid, back to that domestic hell -- which wouldn't be much hell at all if Logan wasn't so depressed, but for now its buckets of red corn syrup and flying body parts. It's been a while...
[Catch him in front of the bookcase (listening to The Doors-The End), sitting down for a movie, or even back at the Hamlet once the movie's over, juggling his books and food. Wherever. He's got three movies to choose from: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), The Clockwork Orange, or Grindhouse: Deathproof. Your choice. Open to all. ST/LT more than welcome, and now's an excellent time to meet him.]