The Parasite | Eminem

17

"If I can set a house on fire... why can't I blow up an office?" Seriously? Is it just this capitalist hierarchy shit?

"Do you even know how to make dynamite?" Leah asks.
She doesn't shut me down, she entertains me further in her own, "I'm not a bad person but I'm actually a bad person" sort of way.

"Napalm. I know how to make napalm" I grunt.
Where are we?
I don't know.
Oh yeah.
Record release party somewhere in New York.

"What's napalm?" Leah still has much to learn.

"An explosive, dumbass." I'm sipping on brandy, cause brandy makes you cool and sophisticated or whatever.
Woah, look at me, man.

"Then sure, why not. Let's blow up the bastards office. Ooh! We can like- make it into a black market business!"

"Make what into a black market business?" I question, staring at her skinny legs in the same fishnet stocks she's worn every day of this trip.
I don't think she's taken them off once.
She just switches out her mini skirts and tight tank tops.
Tonight, orange mini skirt and black tube top.

"We get revenge for the wives of cheating husbands!" She cheers, sipping on her Long Island iced tea

"That's too many bombs, people will get suspicious." I immediately kill the idea.
Although that would be fun.

"We can switch things up, use our creative genius! It doesn't have to be all bombs." She scoffs.
Yes, I'm the stupid one here.

"Leah." I state.
No context.

"Yeah?" She asks, touching the pearl necklace around her neck.
I stole that for her.
Long story, don't worry about it.

"I think you've officially graduated."
I know I'm leading her on purposely.
I like being annoying.

"Graduated how?" She raises an eyebrow, staring around the club that's crammed with all sorts of people.

"You've officially become just as much of a monster as I am." I tell her flatly.
I have no idea where Marshall is.
I don't really care.

"No I'm not. Give yourself more credit. Don't be modest." Leah and her short, point blank sentences.

"Where's your new boyfriend at?" Ouch, that sounds fucking weird to hear.

"I don't know. I don't think he's my boyfriend, just a poor kid who has no idea what he wants."
I didn't make the whole thing with Marshall and me a big deal.
After I 'agreed' to the whole debacle, I went and found Leah in the 'convenient store' part of the hotel.
By that I mean a little corner filled with overpriced junk food and travel packages of single serving pills.

"He's got a thing for women who dislike him. Also, don't call him a kid. He's older than you." Leah tells me, staring at something or someone that I can't pinpoint.

"Age is just a number. He's not bright, at least not when it comes to romance." I grumble, bashing the man I'm apparently in a relationship with now.
Hell is other people.

"You really think you're completely unlovable?" Leah questions, turning her face to meet my gaze.

"I don't think much about myself in that way. I never thought I'd have to deal with this." By 'this' I mean Marshall.
I swear I think of him fondly.

"Don't call your boyfriend something you have to deal with. Also... I love you. Just so you know. I mean, in a weird... really weird and completely platonic way. I love you Marlow." She seems to momentarily sober up, staring directly in my eyes.
I'm all the world's questions.
I feel something come up my throat.
I think it's imaginary.