Most all my friends will soon be packing up and leaving me. It's only fair, I suppose. Once upon a time I did the same to them, but at least they had one another.
Knifebu will remain, as will Belarius, but Strong But Sad and Whitey, together or apart, will be on their way. Koi and Harlequinne are sticking around until Fall, but then life will take them to New York, where dreams are as much reality as bagels with lox. Hoodoo and Voodoo will be gone by this time next week, but honestly, I think that will be a relief to all three of us. We are all of us tired of pretending.
I will miss you all! Send me postcards and things! Remember me!
***
Work.
Work consists of 18 tired and troubled mothers, with 16 kids between them, all the while crying or screaming or pooping. I love my job, but it's one you do because you want to, not because they pay is great or the clients appreciate you. We, the staff, are always the bad guys, the jailers, the spies and judges. It wears on the soul.
Work.
Sometimes, however, a child will be placed in my arms, sweet smelling in that matter unreplicable. Warm and soft and trusting, eyes amazed at my dark complextion, fingers twisting as they giggle grasp my beard. Baby giggles are my Elixir.
***
It's impossible to meet someone.
"Impossible is just a word people use to make themselves feel better after they quit" - Vyse
Damn! He's right! Guess I had better keep trying, eh? Anyone know of a girl to hook me up with? Yes?
Knifebu will remain, as will Belarius, but Strong But Sad and Whitey, together or apart, will be on their way. Koi and Harlequinne are sticking around until Fall, but then life will take them to New York, where dreams are as much reality as bagels with lox. Hoodoo and Voodoo will be gone by this time next week, but honestly, I think that will be a relief to all three of us. We are all of us tired of pretending.
I will miss you all! Send me postcards and things! Remember me!
***
Work.
Work consists of 18 tired and troubled mothers, with 16 kids between them, all the while crying or screaming or pooping. I love my job, but it's one you do because you want to, not because they pay is great or the clients appreciate you. We, the staff, are always the bad guys, the jailers, the spies and judges. It wears on the soul.
Work.
Sometimes, however, a child will be placed in my arms, sweet smelling in that matter unreplicable. Warm and soft and trusting, eyes amazed at my dark complextion, fingers twisting as they giggle grasp my beard. Baby giggles are my Elixir.
***
It's impossible to meet someone.
"Impossible is just a word people use to make themselves feel better after they quit" - Vyse
Damn! He's right! Guess I had better keep trying, eh? Anyone know of a girl to hook me up with? Yes?