Thursday, November 24, 2011

Steele, you're an ass

Jesus fucking Christ.

So after that whole horror with Hope, I had been riding around with Steele, Rivers, and Alex, and with our favorite psychiatrist being pretty comatose, and Alex deciding to fall mute, it had been pretty much Steele and me talking for the past two days or so.

That is until he decided to fucking drive off without me.

Let me back up a bit.

We had made a pitstop at a gas station in Pennsylvania. because I had to take a leak and Steele decided he needed a new pack of cigarettes. (Even though he had like, I don't know, 30 packs in his glove compartment. Whatever.)  So we went in. After I did some business I'm sure y'all don't want to read about I came out to meet with him before we left.

Except the 'him' I ran into wasn't Steele. It was fucking him. Daren. (Which, what the hell? He decided to make his own blogger account now?) So I did the natural thing that someone does when they run into someone who had kept you as a hostage.

I fucking bolted. Straight out the door. Into town. Almost got hit by a car, but the driver was nice enough to just swerve and flip me off before I got off the street.

So, after about an hour? Something like that, I manage to work my way back to the gas station to see that Steele had left. What the hell, man? I'm now stranded in God-knows-where-Pennsylvania. And Daren's somewhere here too.

I need to go figure out where I can sleep. I'm in a public library right now.

EDIT: Oh, "Ray was with us, but he ran off gibbering about something in Pennsylvania." Really?

1 comment:

  1. Really, hun. Really. I had a friend who was dying beside me, I'm not going to wait for you to have a fucking crisis.