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She swallows a handful of pills and chases it all down with what could have been Diet Coke, could have been Pepsi, in fact it was probably Coke Zero, we just started buying that stuff because I'm supposed to be losing some weight ever since my mother... oh, wait, yes, back to her.
There's a shiver as she tips her head back like that scene in Leon when Gary Oldman does that Beathoven/Mozart scene and shoots the family up with a Mossberg pump-action shotgun, and isn't it creepy that I recognised it as a Mossberg? I mean seriously, who even notices that stuff? Could have been something alcoholic now that I think about it. The drink I mean. Anyway.
"What are those for?" I ask without really looking up from my Superman comic. What? Richard Donner's writing them these days. You know what, fuck you, you probably liked the second movie just fine with all the slapstick bullshit and the guy on roller skates being blown backwards. Whatever. No, wait, it was Batman, the Grant Morrison stuff about Son Of Batman, talk about retconning, more like reader conning. Although how cool would it be to be Bruce Wayne's son?
"They're just pills for something. Medical stuff" she replies in that typically female way of doing something blatantly within your eyeline and then trying to act all coy and see if you really do care. Its like a test and if you fail it then a little part of her heart dies to you and if you ever drop below 60% its argument time and if you ever drop below 30% then God help you, get a blood transfusion on standby. What were the odds of my girlfriend and I both being A negative? Course she weighs like half what I weigh so we have to hope that she's in the accident and not me, I can spare a few pints for her but she'd end up looking like a Californian raisin if she had to return the favor.
"Come on, what're they for? If you're sick I really should know" because it never hurts to show you care. Those people who say its just as much effort to be nasty as it is to be nice must be pretty naive cause I tell you sarcasm is a default setting in my genetic structure followed closely by assholish comments and maybe some scathing irony before we even get to 'nice hair' or 'have you lost weight?' Plus its usually more fun to be cruel. If people reciprocated your niceties and actually appeared genuine then maybe it would be more worth it, its easier to read disappointment and offence in people than it is to have them feel you actually meant what you said.
"I was diagnosed with mild Attention Deficit Dis..." but by that point I'd stopped listening and already gone back to my comic book. It was definitely Coke Zero. I could just go for some of that right now.
Dec.17.2006