“So, like, I finished grad school and
got a job in Fresno. It's the geographical center of California. San
Francisco was three hours north and L.A. was four hours to the south.
The company I was with transferred me to Portland, Oregon.” Dab
took a breath and sipped his beer. Andy feigned interest and tried to
send a text while Dab stared into his beer. Andy had hear this story
before.
“We were separated for, like, six
months before she came up there. That's where she decided to finish
her bachelors degree. I was, like, totally in support of her
finishing. Well, I got let go in 2010 because of the economy. So, I
looked all around the country for a job and just happened to find the
one I have now in the corrugated box factory. She stayed behind and
thought that we were over. “ Andy thought Dab was going to cry so
he nodded, and tried to look supportive.
“So, she was working in this
restaurant and totally got caught up in the lifestyle of the people
she was hanging out with and ended up sleeping with, like, these two
guys and wouldn't even listen to me even though I would tell her how
beautiful she was and how much I loved her.”
“And your dad? He was into drugs and
hookers?”
“What?”
Andy walked the quarter mile from Dab's
place to his apartment. He couldn't wait to tell Jordan the latest
installment of how messed up Dab's life was and revel in the safety
of her embrace. They shared everything now. It often surprised
him how easily he could share the things that he once held close. She
seemed to have no compunction whatsoever about her life before him
while he was often silently abashed to share even the most benign
detail of his history. But, Dab's story was a treat into which they
could equally delve. Dab had made enough bad decisions for them to
both feel good about the silly things that were important enough to
feel bad about before they had met each other at Cathy's wedding last
summer. All of that seemed silly now.
Andy realized he misplaced his key so
he rang the bell. Jordan answered immediately, “Is that you you
babe?”
drugs and hookers--good one
ReplyDeleteI "borrowed" this from a conversation I overheard at a local watering hole. The real story was even better.
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