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dear_mun2012-07-18 05:55 am
nott_caine) wrote in dear_mun2012-07-18 05:55 am
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Things I Care Not to Admit
Dear mun,
I really miss my sister. You and I have this image of where I am right now, watching the last of the night fade at this dive bar on the outskirts of Tijuana. Paint is peeling, it smells of puke and cheap beer, and there is some old guy sitting down at the end with crusted food in his beard. It's gross and disgusting and my kind of place.
So why aren't I happy? Do you know? I sure as hell do. I miss my sister. If she were here, she'd probably be yelling at me to finish my tequila, the sun is coming up and we will be in trouble. I'd make some comeback that I find funny, but she doesn't. She'd retort that I am risking our lives for something that doesn't really get me drunk.
But she'd get that I have problems. I miss Marlow. More than I care to admit, by the way. She'd understand that and wouldn't say anything about him. She'd just pester me until I push away the shot and follow her back home.
Then again, she'd never be in a dive bar on the outskirts of Tijuana. So...what now? Do we hug or can you just kindly fuck off?
I really miss my sister. You and I have this image of where I am right now, watching the last of the night fade at this dive bar on the outskirts of Tijuana. Paint is peeling, it smells of puke and cheap beer, and there is some old guy sitting down at the end with crusted food in his beard. It's gross and disgusting and my kind of place.
So why aren't I happy? Do you know? I sure as hell do. I miss my sister. If she were here, she'd probably be yelling at me to finish my tequila, the sun is coming up and we will be in trouble. I'd make some comeback that I find funny, but she doesn't. She'd retort that I am risking our lives for something that doesn't really get me drunk.
But she'd get that I have problems. I miss Marlow. More than I care to admit, by the way. She'd understand that and wouldn't say anything about him. She'd just pester me until I push away the shot and follow her back home.
Then again, she'd never be in a dive bar on the outskirts of Tijuana. So...what now? Do we hug or can you just kindly fuck off?