I hold Kitty to my naked body

“Looby’s not dead!” klaxon.

I will remember the phrase “guilt and relief in equal measure". I’ve just sloped off early from a wedding reception in order to “check on the dogs” and am trying to work up the enthusiasm and energy to return for the evening part.

It’s the time of night when i get into what is called the “heavy indicas", and while i’d like to type some sort of coherent comment it’s also the time of night when coherence isn’t at the forefront of my thinking, we’re gentle and sentient lot we are, all we want is a place to lay our head, the occasional warm body to hold or be held by, we want to laugh and dance and smile and tell dirty jokes and ponder the fucking stars, and yet we are forced to deal with things like the the Cunning Little Vixen, or to use more precise terms, that cunt, who will never understand joy or happiness or the 4am air and a cigarette as the music plays in the building you’re leaning against and the drugs are kicking their last bits of pleasure and the infinite possibilities of bus rides or breakfasts or phone numbers fumbled or forgotten, how do you help the hopeless or hope the helpless, do we even try? for maybe to them it is us who need the help and the hope and it is as much their right as ours to interpret this ride in any way they see fit, neither view is more valid than the other, though one might be a lot more fun, i guess the terms applied are only relevant to the vessel which applies them, ah well, i do enjoy reading your missives good sir, like that 4am cigarette, somewhere between the synapses and the keys so much has been lost, if i can find it i will let you know, for now though i’m going to sit in this metal folding chair and listen to my favorite melancholy songs as i wander my way from Sunday night to Monday morning, the smoke twirling towards the ceiling…

Was there any blowback from your daughter about leaving after ten minutes? I hope you didn’t hurt her feelings.

I agree with Homer. It’s nice to know you haven’t expired. Yet.

That’s the person I feel most worried about, but she’s got me sussed and she knows I don’t enjoy the outdoor plays and she doesn’t expect me to be there. I don’t know why I bother pretending to be interested. And Middle Daughter knows that too.

Yes still here Homer. Would love to know if you went back after the interval.

kono – Your first few lines describe the life I’m aiming at.

The title of your post is very click bait-y. I was looking forward to lurid details of naked shenanigans with Kitty. Never mind,it’s good to know you’re still alive and being you ;) xx

( kono sums up perfectly the aim of stoners and hedonists and lovers the world over)

Well, yeah I did, but only because I knew there would be a giant pan of goulash made by the Czech chef next door and it would save me having to cook. Pretty craven, I admit.

He does doesn’t he isabelle? I regret that there are not, and never will be, any lurid details to recount concerning any of my female coterie. I am the sexless friend, held at a wary arm’s length by girls who don’t fancy me and that think their sex lives belong to a passed time.

Selfish to the core Homer :) How could one resist that though?