EILEEN REMAINS GLOOMY
Dishing out the rags already; it
seemed too early to leave, and
most people were still sad at
their sitting. Nobody wished to
move, and the braggy guy with
his new Corvette just talked on;
like a monkey with a new-found
tongue.
-
A few of the house lights were
burned-out and not yet replaced.
The club music jammed on -
well, whatever that's called that's
annoying in the re-created half-light
of the nit-wit setting. People said
they were dancing, but I'm not
sure. Maybe there were just bugs
in the food.
-
I tried talking to Emily, or Eileen,
or whatever she said her name was,
but she was too depressed to converse.
She was sure she'd soon kill herself
in Canarsie. The usual stuff: Nothing
to live for; her parents were fools,
her brother a junkie, her place was
a dump. I tried saying something
nice, but she misconstrued it all,
into some pickup-line BS, for
which she scolded me. Twice.
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The ended smoothly for me : No
one was dead, the police hadn't
come in, and that bragger, the guy
with the Corvette, he was able to
leave of his own free will!
(But Eileen's gloomy still).
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