Yearly || Clifford

cliff .7

Michael Clifford

Sex is a favorite past time of mine.

When I'm bored, sex.

When I'm drunk, sex.

When I'm sober, sex.

When I'm, well you get the idea.

Some might say this love for intercourse comes from the fact that I hate love.

Some might say it comes from a certain Lindsey Taylor, who was my best friend that broke my heart, and turned me cold.

Some might say it comes from both of my parents ignoring me when I grew up and only caring when I moved across the globe.

Sure these are all valid, and probably true, causes, but I think it comes from how I can't do anything for more than a year.

I can't date, ha like I would ever date, someone for that long.

I can't live somewhere for that long, unless it is Chicago, I've been here for three years. But I just moved into a new condo in the outskirts of Downtown.

I can't work somewhere for that long, beside the comic shop I love that place.

As a result of this love for sex and lack of commitment, I have taken to one night stands.

Which is why almost every night you go out to the little club around the street of my condo and I find a girl to take back to her place, never mine because then I can't sneak out. This can also be blamed on Lindsey, every night I would sneak out of my room to meet her.

Thus here I am on a Friday night, I guess it is actually Saturday morning, quietly stealing back my clothing from the floor in an attempt to go. I need to leave tonight.

I actually took out my car today instead of a cab because it was just collecting dust in the garage. And I enjoy driving in this city, it's not as crazy as LA or New York, but the traffic isn't ideal either.

I put the key in the ignition of my beloved Jeep and start driving. My mind is far away, thinking of what I'll do tomorrow, when I can unpack, how I'll paint the living room, when I notice my hands driving me out if the city to the only place I can stay.

The cliff.

Perhaps the only good thing to come out of my constant intercourse. A girl brought me here three years ago, right when I was fresh off the plane, and I didn't even sneak out. I stayed and stargazed, exactly like Lindsey and I used to do almost every night.

It was a yearly tradition for us to watch the comets fall and tonight, January third is the night, to see the stars in the sky. Only at home we would be wearing shorts, not winter jackets. Whatever the weather I sit on the hood of my car, just like we use to.

I pull into the cliff, the lights from the city are far away making the stars completely visible. In my head I point out all the constellations, I know them well.

A car rumbles up the gravel path to come stop next to mine, over looking my cliff.

Who the hell else knows about this place?

A girl about my age gets out of the VW Beetle, I take one look at her and immediately start to pick out her flaws; glasses, sneakers, baggy sweatshirt, and messy hair bun. She strides over to me with a slight smile, one to which I roll my eyes at, "Did you run out of clothes and use your sheet as a sweatshirt?"

She just stared at me, I smirked and continued to be awful to her, "Take a picture babe it'll last longer." She stayed still but her gaze moved down to my pants, goddamn, this girl, "Do you want to fuck?" I questioned as I locked eyes with her.