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April 11th, 2008 (02:28 am)

"Who told you you could have another drink? The last thing you need's more of that poison." As if he hadn't had a drink or four himself, already. It's not only me who's been drinking, after all. And the old bastard just keeps talking, giving us a realm old-fashioned lecture. He'd be better off saving his breath. "Just what do you think you're doing down here? I wish to God you boys would go to bed, and let me get a decent night's sleep. Lord knows I could use it." Christ.

Papa'd better knock it off, or I just might give him what he's got coming. I really ought to. All right, all right, maybe I will. Always assuming I can keep myself standing long enough to do anything... The world's getting a little unsteady, if you know what I mean.


She's walking around upstairs. There's no use fooling ourselves; no one's going to sleep tonight.

If Papa knows anything, he'll go and grab another bottle. We're nearly out.


Posted by: James Tyrone, Sr. (cryingislearnin)
Posted at: June 6th, 2008 03:58 am (UTC)

I can drink because I can control myself. Something it wouldn't hurt you to learn how to do.
And don't let your mother know you are up. You know how she thinks we are spying on her.

Posted by: Jamie Tyrone (crooked_hedges)
Posted at: June 6th, 2008 05:08 am (UTC)

You give me a couple more drinks, you might not need to deal with me for the rest of the night. I'd think that'd be a win on all counts.

Come on, Papa. You know as well as I do she doesn't even know we're here, anymore. She's gone; might as well drink up.

Posted by: James Tyrone, Sr. (cryingislearnin)
Posted at: June 6th, 2008 05:16 am (UTC)

A few more drinks and I shudder to think of what gutter I would have to pull you out of in the morning. And you know damn well that your mother knows exactly where you are. Most esp at night when she's on the dope. You KNOW how paranoid that makes her.

Posted by: Jamie Tyrone (crooked_hedges)
Posted at: June 6th, 2008 05:24 am (UTC)

You won't need to pull me out of a gutter if I pass out on the sofa. You leave me like I am, I very well might just wander out and curl up in a ditch somewhere. Mama wouldn't be pleased then, would she?

Of course I know. I've seen it often enough. But she's slipping back, now. If I've got the time right, she'll be pulling out the wedding dress soon enough, and before you know it, she'll have forgotten you, too.

Just pass the bottle, Papa.

Posted by: James Tyrone, Sr. (cryingislearnin)
Posted at: June 6th, 2008 06:43 am (UTC)

I thought I told you last time to "take care of" the wedding dress. Well it just goes to show I can't even count on your destructive nature when it might actually benefit something.
Go buy your own bottle. This one is mine. My money. My Whiskey.
Trim the damn hedges.....then maybe we'll talk.

Posted by: Jamie Tyrone (crooked_hedges)
Posted at: June 6th, 2008 07:33 am (UTC)

Papa. I am not going to burn Mama's wedding dress. Nuts as she is with it, she'd be worse if she went up there and couldn't find it. Do you want her tearing apart the entire house? You want to do that to her?

Christ, Papa, I try to walk into town, I'm liable to give up halfway and end up in that ditch. Why not give in, just this once? And give it up on the hedges, already; it's the middle of the goddamned night.

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