A window into the past

Her:  You must have fucked a hooker in Vegas, because you looked at a cat at the exact same moment I accused you of this bullshit.
Me:  It was trying to hump my leg.
Me: *walks out*
Her:  “I’m not done [blah, blah, blah]…
Me:  *tries to back 0ut of the carport while the shriekfest howls*
Her:  …bastard! Don’t come home tonight.”
Me:  “Fuck you.”
Then, commuting.

No, not Lurlene.  This was a year ago this morning.  It only comes up as an anniversary matter, and because recent sad news in Phid’s universe has caused me to take stock of where I am and where I have been.

What a long strange trip…

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