Double-Checking My Grocery List

[bookerman]

I remember when the hospital used to give you the good shit. Now I have to take this little slip of paper and get some half-ass pill that tastes like menstrating pussy. You cheap fucks, just take my money and fill the bag with something worth a fuck. I paid my hospital bill out of fucking pocket. I deserve better.

Anyways, the good thing about being stuck in a bed for a week is that I had a chance to think about all those people...




Laurel Anne Hardy. She took it....well...I suppose. Eva and Jay already know by proxy. I wouldn't have it any other way. And I know those three won't say shit to anybody. They're some of the best people I ever met in the business.


Mr. Rottentreats. Ain't even tried to talk to him yet. Doubt I will. He can find out with the rest of the world.


Pat Gordon Jr. Clearly, that went really fucking well. Give him credit. He didn't tell Gaia. That I know of, anyway. 

Sean Jackson. I left him a voice mail. Waiting for him to respond.


Blaise Fader. I should have told her sooner. By the time she knew, it was too late. Forgive me, Blaise. 


Perry Wallace. Dude's so god damn aloof of the world around him, I doubt he'd even notice. 


Nirvana. Would love to tell him if I could find him. 


Molly Cyrus. SOMEONE ALREADY TOLD HER. FORTUNATELY MOLLY KNOWS HOW TO KEEP QUIET. BUT HOW DID MOLLY KNOW? I have no fucking clue who told Molly, or if they have told anybody else. But whoever it is better not take this last thing that I away from me. 




I'm going back to sleep now. They won't discharge me until tomorrow morning.