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As in "Y am I still stuck on this silly plot?"
Ehem. Yes.
Should have posted this last night, but what's a dozen hours, in the grand scale of time?
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After Life
by sentientgrubbilly
Part Two
~
Billy thought about his life lately as if it were a movie being filmed. It seemed to come in short scenes, out of order and often weird enough to end up on the cutting room floor.
If the current scene had a chapter title on the dvd, it would be-
Breakfast with the Family
“C,” said Justin, “I’m so much prettier than he is.” JC ignored him and nibbled on his grapefruit. Billy smiled at his lover and took the cereal box from a reluctant Justin, accidentally jostling him in the ribs with a bony elbow as he did so.
“Eminem is a fuckin’ poser.” Joe was unequivocal. “He thinks that he can have it both ways, sell out and then go on about how ‘for real’ he is. He doesn’t know shit about the real world.”
“And he’s a frickin’ homophobe, too,” said Chris, earning a contemptuous glare from Joe.
“Like that matters. He’s probably just covering up his habit of bending nightly for Dre.”
“Um, could you guys please shut the fuck up?” asked Billy politely. “This is a real nice conversation to have while I’m eating breakfast.”
“Well, Kirkpatrick, looks like we gotta be quiet now, ‘cause of Hollywood’s *digestion*,” muttered Joe.
Chris snorted.
JC’s eyes had grown progressively wider, until they dominated his face.
Justin leaned in to whisper loudly, “Kinda freaky, yo? Watching those guys talking to an empty chair. Let’s go get some pancakes or something. Lonnie can come with us.”
“Don’t you have a solo career to be promoting?” asked Billy, trying not to snarl.
“What’s it to you, Haunted Boy?” and Justin didn’t seem to mind snarling at all.
“Oooo,” shouted Chris, “cat fight!” His black eyes glinted and the beard horns seemed to stab the air.
“Go for the guitar, Justin!” cackled Joe, spitting blood.
JC stood quietly up and left.
Nobody noticed.
~
JC searched the self-help section, the spirituality section, and the theology section. He even asked a clerk for recommendations, despite the strange looks he received. But there were no books to be found on the subject of “how to get along with your lover’s undead bandmates”.
One book on the “relationships” shelf sounded promising;“How to Deal with Difficult People”. But nothing in it addressed the problem of not being able to see or hear the “difficult person”, or what to do if the problem ex-partner was able to walk through walls. Though it did offer some useful suggestions on getting co-workers to refrain from making suggestive remarks.
He also found some good trance tapes in the audio section, but on the whole the trip was a dead loss.
~
Oh, and btw; my friends list rocks lately. Stories, funny commentary, and links to subjects of interest. Ya'll are the shinola.
Ehem. Yes.
Should have posted this last night, but what's a dozen hours, in the grand scale of time?
~
After Life
by sentientgrubbilly
Part Two
~
Billy thought about his life lately as if it were a movie being filmed. It seemed to come in short scenes, out of order and often weird enough to end up on the cutting room floor.
If the current scene had a chapter title on the dvd, it would be-
Breakfast with the Family
“C,” said Justin, “I’m so much prettier than he is.” JC ignored him and nibbled on his grapefruit. Billy smiled at his lover and took the cereal box from a reluctant Justin, accidentally jostling him in the ribs with a bony elbow as he did so.
“Eminem is a fuckin’ poser.” Joe was unequivocal. “He thinks that he can have it both ways, sell out and then go on about how ‘for real’ he is. He doesn’t know shit about the real world.”
“And he’s a frickin’ homophobe, too,” said Chris, earning a contemptuous glare from Joe.
“Like that matters. He’s probably just covering up his habit of bending nightly for Dre.”
“Um, could you guys please shut the fuck up?” asked Billy politely. “This is a real nice conversation to have while I’m eating breakfast.”
“Well, Kirkpatrick, looks like we gotta be quiet now, ‘cause of Hollywood’s *digestion*,” muttered Joe.
Chris snorted.
JC’s eyes had grown progressively wider, until they dominated his face.
Justin leaned in to whisper loudly, “Kinda freaky, yo? Watching those guys talking to an empty chair. Let’s go get some pancakes or something. Lonnie can come with us.”
“Don’t you have a solo career to be promoting?” asked Billy, trying not to snarl.
“What’s it to you, Haunted Boy?” and Justin didn’t seem to mind snarling at all.
“Oooo,” shouted Chris, “cat fight!” His black eyes glinted and the beard horns seemed to stab the air.
“Go for the guitar, Justin!” cackled Joe, spitting blood.
JC stood quietly up and left.
Nobody noticed.
~
JC searched the self-help section, the spirituality section, and the theology section. He even asked a clerk for recommendations, despite the strange looks he received. But there were no books to be found on the subject of “how to get along with your lover’s undead bandmates”.
One book on the “relationships” shelf sounded promising;“How to Deal with Difficult People”. But nothing in it addressed the problem of not being able to see or hear the “difficult person”, or what to do if the problem ex-partner was able to walk through walls. Though it did offer some useful suggestions on getting co-workers to refrain from making suggestive remarks.
He also found some good trance tapes in the audio section, but on the whole the trip was a dead loss.
~
Oh, and btw; my friends list rocks lately. Stories, funny commentary, and links to subjects of interest. Ya'll are the shinola.
