Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Just a little Bombay.


Pricilla and Jane agreed to keep Dylan for an hour while I buried my misery in glass. I ordered Bombay on the rocks and after my first sip the vision of my baby smiling at me stopped me from knocking it back and ordering another.

I drank willing the tension leave my body; I counted in my head 100, sip, 200 sip. I would swear I had a demon if I believed in that kind of thing. A demon that wanted me to hit the road, the only problem was in my vision there was no Dylan. I wiped away a tear before the bartender could notice.

My misery was nothing more than boredom; this life was not what I had envisioned. I think my dreams died with my father and my only goal was to have fun. Shit, was I actually thinking about this?

Early the next morning:

“I need to go back to school”

Don stiffened in the bed next to me.

“What?” he reached over turning on the light and put his glasses on.

“I need to do something with my life, set an example for Dylan.”

“OK, what do you want to do?”

“I have no idea” I giggled, it was nerves more than anything.

I just needed a distraction.