ive never said that i have a normal life.

yesterday i tried to cut off all ties with a super hot chick. as ashley can tell you, im not good at that. im starting to think that i have no say when it comes to the ladies.

i hadnt been talking to her for a while and she would shoot off one volley of email after the next in such a tone that i thought she was planning on assinating me.

tell me what time i can come over tonight.

never, ho.

please, tony, what time can i come over.

sometimes you just want a few minutes to get your shit together, to build a case, to get your little speech ironed out.

for her i had decided i wasnt going to have any speech. it was just going to be over. forever. we had had this issue a few times before. there had been words. if the problem wasnt going to be fixed forever, then i was willing to cut my losses and get out of the drama.

i hate drama.

all week we had been bickering and you dont want to get me involved in an email fight because i have some stealth weapons that really shouldnt be allowed into the field of play. and i have an itchy trigger finger. and i have no patience. and i can be easilly pissed off in the heat of the moment.

because i respected her and promised after the last war that i wouldnt use those weapons, i didnt. and in retrospect i feel a little proud because she had been unapologetic during this skirmish and it would have been very easy to begin with the pandoras box of insults and diatribes.

i did love this girl. and i still do. and some of the scars from those past assaults are slow to heal. so i was extra careful this time.

big mistake because she came over looking better than id ever seen her. she was apologetic. she was perfect actually. i was beaten down by life and a six pack. she held my hand and told me how sorry she was. i tried to change the subject once the thai food had arrived, but she wanted to tell me how important i was in her life.

it made it hard for me to stay mad at her. but i was doing a good job.

she looked at me with her sparkling green eyes and i looked at the all star game instead.

she put her head on my lap and looked up at me.

i at the cracks in the fireplace.

i didnt do much talking. i didnt smile much. i was trying to harden my heart. i was succeeding. she said things and i listened and before i knew it i was back to being her little bitch and i wasnt sure if that was failure or not.

everything is failure.

and then she went home.

and i felt better, and i was able to finish my tsar photo essay, and i slept well, and i woke up well, and i got on the bus well, and we still havent found the missing xbi guy.

and if you cut a tree open you’ll see its rings.

this week has been a ring.

ive aged a whole year.

i need another beer.

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