06-29-2013, 04:05 PM
27 June 2013
"Collins, we should get red cards," he says later, while getting a massage from a petite, curvy massage therapist with a dark brown pixie cut. The new phrase he learned the night before tastes delightful on his tongue, like holding a bubble in your mouth and feeling it pop. Collins, quietly reading the WSJ in his chair against the wall, glances up and lifts an eyebrow.
"For your sciatica," Hawksley adds, opening one eye and grinning across the room at the older gentleman, "and my depression."
The look on Collins's face is dry and flat. Hawksley wrinkles his face at him. "You look like a sabkha," he says, and closes both of his eyes again. He hears a faint scoff under the rustle of the newspaper's pages turning. He tries not to smile.
"Collins, we should get red cards," he says later, while getting a massage from a petite, curvy massage therapist with a dark brown pixie cut. The new phrase he learned the night before tastes delightful on his tongue, like holding a bubble in your mouth and feeling it pop. Collins, quietly reading the WSJ in his chair against the wall, glances up and lifts an eyebrow.
"For your sciatica," Hawksley adds, opening one eye and grinning across the room at the older gentleman, "and my depression."
The look on Collins's face is dry and flat. Hawksley wrinkles his face at him. "You look like a sabkha," he says, and closes both of his eyes again. He hears a faint scoff under the rustle of the newspaper's pages turning. He tries not to smile.
my whole life is thunder.