On the fourth day she called from the dining room, where she was eating her sushi, "What are you still doing here?"
I wasn't exactly sure myself at that point; after three days of sex (noanal sex, if you're still keeping score – I know I was) I wasn't sure how much more I had in me. It wasn't like Tabby was the greatest company in the world. But if I left I'd either become Johnny Bobo, or I'd have to try to kill myself again. Such were the thoughts I was formalizing when Tabby called out, "I mean, all you want to do is fuck me, and you never say anything."
I padded into the dining room. She looked frustrated, this grumpy face angrily taking little sips off her can of Diet Coke, her thin, powerful body hunched over her black plastic bowl of raw tuna chunks and rice.
"I got plenty to say, you just didn't seem interested."
She closed her eyes like she'd just been spiked by an arrow, like a migraine was fast approaching, stuffed sushi into her mouth and said," You just do whatever I say or don't say, huh?"
I thought about this, and how any sort of reaction would just prove her point. I wasn't trying to argue. I didn't want to argue. At the same time, she was pissing me off.
Tabby nodded, wiping her mouth with a paper napkin. "I know. I suck. I don't listen. I assume."
"I spent the last several years living in this playboy bunker over in Rode's Hollow."
"This place sucks." Tabby looked around, suddenly looking vulnerable."I'm a bad person," she said. "I don't care about anything. I'm bored. I'm boring. Are you a bad man?"
I nodded. "I am, but I don't try to do bad things to other people."
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THE DOG HUNTERS (completed)
General FictionA suicidal homeless weirdo has adventures. He runs into a duo of dog lovers, who spend their days traveling around the city observing and honoring dogs. Wisdom cannot be run away from. He escapes paradise and falls in love with a strange lady who m...
