Hiding Away In The Country
We took a few days off, to play ladies, as Owen put it. Owen worked every day, so Gordon and I smoked pot and cut fire wood and enjoyed the country.
We stayed up late and watched home life style shows. And repeats of Frazier.
I was messaging Nick a lot, as I said I’d be home on Wednesday and here I still was, in the country playing ladies with Gordon.
“Ladies,” said Gordon. “Let’s not have any of that shit up here, okay.” It was said as a mild threat, it had menacing undertones.
I promised I would go to something with Gordon and he was cross. “Fuck you Josh Grant, you never hold up your side of the deal, you always back out.”
Sorry. What could I say. I didn’t even know what he was talking about.
“But I wanted to be seen with a hot date,” said Gordon. “And you're the closest thing I have to that and you can't even do that much for me.”
What can I say, I'm sorry. I don’t remember agreeing to be Gordon’s date to anything. I’d have remembered that, that would have gone down in my book for worst date ever, and yet I have no memory of it at all, there seems to be a tear in the reality field here, right at this point… I’d never have agreed, to start with, and if I had agreed to what is clearly a very bad idea, I would never have forgotten about it.
Nah. Gordon is having a lend… or early onset dementia.
“You are considered a very hot date in my age appropriate circles,” said Gordon. He got all letchy and blokey, oh, excuse me.
“Good to know I still do it for the blue rinse set.”
“We used to be the hot thirty year olds you were begging for it from once…”
“Used to be.”
We stayed up late and watched home life style shows. And repeats of Frazier.
I was messaging Nick a lot, as I said I’d be home on Wednesday and here I still was, in the country playing ladies with Gordon.
“Ladies,” said Gordon. “Let’s not have any of that shit up here, okay.” It was said as a mild threat, it had menacing undertones.
I promised I would go to something with Gordon and he was cross. “Fuck you Josh Grant, you never hold up your side of the deal, you always back out.”
Sorry. What could I say. I didn’t even know what he was talking about.
“But I wanted to be seen with a hot date,” said Gordon. “And you're the closest thing I have to that and you can't even do that much for me.”
What can I say, I'm sorry. I don’t remember agreeing to be Gordon’s date to anything. I’d have remembered that, that would have gone down in my book for worst date ever, and yet I have no memory of it at all, there seems to be a tear in the reality field here, right at this point… I’d never have agreed, to start with, and if I had agreed to what is clearly a very bad idea, I would never have forgotten about it.
Nah. Gordon is having a lend… or early onset dementia.
“You are considered a very hot date in my age appropriate circles,” said Gordon. He got all letchy and blokey, oh, excuse me.
“Good to know I still do it for the blue rinse set.”
“We used to be the hot thirty year olds you were begging for it from once…”
“Used to be.”
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