Saturday, January 9, 2010

no ones home.


‘He’s got a show tonight.’


‘He does?’ I ask a bit confused.


‘His bands playing at the VFW hall.’ She takes one last drag before stabbing out the cigarette. ‘He didn’t tell you about it?’


‘No, I guess he forget.’


‘Thats funny. He was pretty excited about it.’ Not funny Mom, just weird. Him and I shared all that shit.


We look at each other for a moment before she breaks. ‘There’s some leftover tenderloin in the fridge if you’re hungry.’

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