It's the moments like this one that go on forever which frighten me the most. The ones where I have nothing to say.
The screwdriver I keep in the draw and I are now on a first name basis. I tape record the obscenities he screams in his sleep.
"She needs me!" he promises. "She loves me!"
"I'm lonely," I tell him. "I'm not any good at this."
"Can't you do anything about the pain?"
The screwdriver I keep in the draw and I are now on a first name basis. I tape record the obscenities he screams in his sleep.
"She needs me!" he promises. "She loves me!"
"I'm lonely," I tell him. "I'm not any good at this."
"Can't you do anything about the pain?"