Brandon:What’s doing, little bro?
I see a few patients before I answer. What should I even say? A lie feels slimy, and the truth will make them bash Joss. Don’t really want to weather insults against her, despite it all.
Milksop. Isn’t that what they used to say instead ofpussy? I should bring that back.
Told a girl I loved her and she turned me down.
Kyle:F
Kyle:And you let me go on about vagina reincarnation?
Brandon:Sorry bro
Brandon:Don’t believe what they say about getting under someone else
Brandon:Work through your shit first.
Brandon:Learned that the hard way.
Kyle:Fun while it’s happening though.
Suspect sex with someone else won’t really help. What could even compare to that night with Joss? The only balm for this is time.
Or maybe ketamine.
What truthful obscenities would I yell under the influence of ketamine?
I’m not a fucking Lamborghini!
Thanks guys.
Kyle:Is the girl deaf dumb and blind?
Kyle:I can’t think of another reason she’d turn you down.
Lol. Sure.
Kyle:She’s definitely not of average smarts like you.
Kyle:Not even good enough to smell your farts
Kyle:Also mom said you need to vacuum the whole house so you better come home before she grounds you
Sounds like a dream, heading home. Abandoning everything. I’ll work in Brandon’s construction company and build houses all day.
Fuck vaginas.
Well. Not literally.
... Sometimes literally, though.
Back home, I wouldn’t be inadequate. I wouldn’t worry whether everyone thought I was incompetent. I’d relinquish the anxiety of call, of OB emergencies, of being in charge of people’s lives. I’d escape the politics of the hospital. No Dragon training. No Dr. White. No Cassie Hersl.
No Joss.
My heart does some weird charley horse thing in mutiny.
Um. Ouch. Okay, I get it.
