muse_shuffle: August Disc One
Thursday, 28 August 2008 03:33 pmTrack 06. And the hard part, the bad part, the Jerry Springer show part is that you never stop loving someone. (Tori Amos – ’97 Bonnie and Clyde’ – Eminem cover)
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“Ali’s pregnant.”
James watched his brother standing in his doorway trying to hold himself up on the jamb and managed to stifle a small sigh. He hadn’t known if Ali would’ve been able to keep her promise and tell Mark about the baby, but he also knew Ali wasn’t weak and she wasn’t gutless. But Mark looked terrible… and there was no denying he was drunk. Probably not enough to lose the ability to walk or speak, but James could smell the after-scent of strong liquor emanating off his big brother. He was thankful that Izzy had dropped him home on her way to work that day, but only after he promised he was feeling better and that he would keep his cell phone on him in case something happened. Plus, she insisted she was coming back on all his breaks to check on him and had left only a short while ago after they had lunch together. It meant he was here now for Mark instead of still at Izzy’s apartment and even though he couldn’t see a way this conversation could possibly end well, it had to be faced. He bit down on the corner of his lip, wondering how he should tackle this, but in the end, all he did was nod slowly in confirmation.
( Mark’s breath was coming in short, disjointed pants like he was fighting back the want to burst into tears. “You knew,” he rasped and gripped the frame of the door until his knuckles turned white. “You knew! Why didn’t you fucking tell me?!” he exploded... )
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[Follows THIS]
“Ali’s pregnant.”
James watched his brother standing in his doorway trying to hold himself up on the jamb and managed to stifle a small sigh. He hadn’t known if Ali would’ve been able to keep her promise and tell Mark about the baby, but he also knew Ali wasn’t weak and she wasn’t gutless. But Mark looked terrible… and there was no denying he was drunk. Probably not enough to lose the ability to walk or speak, but James could smell the after-scent of strong liquor emanating off his big brother. He was thankful that Izzy had dropped him home on her way to work that day, but only after he promised he was feeling better and that he would keep his cell phone on him in case something happened. Plus, she insisted she was coming back on all his breaks to check on him and had left only a short while ago after they had lunch together. It meant he was here now for Mark instead of still at Izzy’s apartment and even though he couldn’t see a way this conversation could possibly end well, it had to be faced. He bit down on the corner of his lip, wondering how he should tackle this, but in the end, all he did was nod slowly in confirmation.
( Mark’s breath was coming in short, disjointed pants like he was fighting back the want to burst into tears. “You knew,” he rasped and gripped the frame of the door until his knuckles turned white. “You knew! Why didn’t you fucking tell me?!” he exploded... )
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