While you were out (Angeline)

He’s always gone. “It’s just business he says.”. London, Paris, LA… what the fuck does he know, he’s never worked a day in his life. Even when he’s fucking he’s not there, he’s simply in between business meetings, practicing the right words to make the wrong people love him and his Mom’s company. Go figure, a guy raised by a woman is so insensitive he forgets to finish on his own in the shower.

If it wasn’t for all the shit he gets to bring home to me, I think we’d break it off. Shot glasses, t-shirts, bikini tops shaped like states and provinces… I have more Hard Rock Cafe shirts than I can hang on the walls. Donnie doesn’t know it yet but I’m converting them to a scrap book. I’m knitting a Christmas sweater with my thongs of the world. It’s mostly orange.

Posted Sunday, February 27th, 2011 under Prose, WIP.

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