From the bottom of my heart (met a stranger, pt. VIII)
Posted by Burgess
Never before has Myg not wanted to get a slice. Usually, tomato pie’ll fix anything. After I got the door repaired on the pawnshop, I went by her loft to check on her. She was passed out on the couch in her smelly socks and my boxers. She didn’t even complain when I tried to wake her. Something tells me this was more than a weekend bender. Disappearing for days–that’s uncommon, but not entirely out of character. Not recognizing me and fleeing from a bodega in some third-life sim, dazed and looking like a marsupial with a mouthful of toothpaste–I would have said that was the definition of impossible.
Romana was stumping in Badger, and her cell doesn’t work well overseas so I got dumped straight into voicemail when I called to see if she had any ideas. I stood there watching Dolly sleep and debating whether to record her snoring. Then I remembered my new tenant, a shrink named Dr. Moody. She rented the office space over grandpa Pauly’s barbershop. Myg doesn’t usually go in for voodoo, but maybe if I just introduce them casually, she won’t notice and the doc can give me some kind of assessment.
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zzzzzzzzzzzz…..*tosses and turns roughly in her sleep…shakes somewhat…starts throwing punches at the air, kicks her legs….then settles back down into merciful unconsciousness*….zzzzzzzzzz
how dare you stop at the story right here!!!
i’ve been clicking and looking for sideways to get to more of this.
i want MORE! this is my daily dose of addictional reading!
it’s on the way… stay tuned for staked threats and the appearance of one very grumpy barber.