Tuesday, January 10, 2012

American Nights

Fucking hell... Well, we're at the same hotel. It's probably fucking weird to some people who know anything about this shit that we are. Well, at the moment, we can't fucking move much. I wend an like the little idiot I am, got my leg broken over December. Badly. A lot of the cash we had has gone toward making sure my leg doesn't fuck up.

So I can't really work even odd jobs to get by. I can't even fucking shoplift, not that I'd really want to. Harls is working at this seedy little diner on top of the money we've nicked from her parents accounts, or what's left of it. It's been fucking months since her cards got cancelled, after all. I'm obviously busking to get extra money. No job would really hire a chick with a bum leg, unless it's a receptionist shit, stuff I can do sitting down. And that, I don't look the part. Guitar on a street corner. It's a bit nervy, what with the tall fuck having the possibility of showing up, but hell, I've done worse.

But yeah, it's been pretty quiet recently. Figures in the peripheral vision, weird dreams, being sick as fuck.... Yeah, I'm cursing a lot, sorry. It's a bad habit when I'm stressed. Which is pretty fucking much every day right now. Probably going to work on it a bit, just to make this thing more readable.

Honestly, there's a few other reasons why we're not moving more, including money. I mean, I could street it, and Harls would adapt, but I don't want her to have to deal with that. Especially with the way things have been going recently. In general, there's sometimes anywhere from a few days to a month or two between major events where life and luck decide to take a royal shit on us.

Honestly, there's not much else we can do at times beyond survive and try to get by. So that's what we do. The hotel's not that bad. We've got a tv, which is usually on when we're here, if muted. Just as a precaution... Not that it would help, but it's nice to have a little warning sometimes.

Our neighbors are already moving around. Holy fuck, it's three in the fucking morning, people! Go to fucking bed or something. Assholes.

Okay, seriously, I'm going to try and work on that, at least on here. Maybe. When I'm more rested, which is pretty much never.

I'm out.
-Darts

10 comments:

  1. It's hard to sleep when your sleep schedule is so fucked you don't know when they're after you, or you're imagining it. Every bump, every hiss, every door opening down the hall.. it's nerve-wracking, to say the least.

    Hopefully the leg gets better soon.

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  2. Yeah... I mean, people come and go in this place all the time, but do they have to slam their suitcases down the fucking stairs?

    ...Okay, now I just sound like a whiny cunt.

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  3. It's late, and I'm not exactly going to judge.

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  4. I'm not going to judge you on cursing Darts. I curse like a drunk sailor myself.

    And with the noisy neighbors, look on the bright side. At least they aren't @#!*% .

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  5. Oh wow looks like I have hotel rooms and stuff in Holly wood to look forward to huh? haha You guys stay safe okay?

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