(Excerpt from a book I’m on haitu…um, writing.)
EVERY
BODY
WILL
GET
ONE
chance, she said.
Which he blew, she said.
Yep, she said. Again. Like the last time he got a second chance, he blew it, because everyone only gets once chance she’d found, which meant he was one over the limit and still blew that.
Round the table, chorus of haha and oh snaps, one couldn’t even believe that he’d still drink after that one night ended ass first hugging the porcelain altar, another chorus of haha and oh snaps, let alone still drink after he whined like a bitch to the po-po to let him drive the few more miles home, and she swore, she sa-wore, that she saw a trembling lower lip, the stupid fucker, haha oh snaps, and yet there he was, squinting at any slight light turned still into lights, trying to suck in his belly to eliminate in spirit ten beer’s worth of bad life choices and nature? or nurture? from the night before, because he wore the too tight pants, because he forgot to do the laundry, because that was on tap to do that night, as well as two beers and a celebratory black and mild because this job interview was done, book it, over, until it was really done, book it, over, in a feast of fail made patently obvious by the we’ll-be-in-touch before he even got a description of the fucking job, and then he was out in the brighter light turned still into lights, casting spells in his mind to form whatever excuse would come closest to passing, they kept his resume at least, that’d work, it was really competitive, not so likely, seeing how he was assured that all he needed to do was show up coherent, and as for that, the clever snitches around the table would holler for
Set sail for fail!, she said. Haha oh snaps.
Woulda invited the poor bastard tonight, she said, but nah, be back to the porcelain altar and prayers to gods of bad decisions to spare him for at least a night or two, at least enough time to get all the mold scrubbed out up there and formulate some semblance of a plan for mommy and daddy, that it was difficult the guy was a dick they needed paperwork he didn’t have immediately it was really competitive he wanted to do something else if you were there you’d get exactly what was up it was bullshit, man, bullshit
Bullshit, man, bullshit, they said, haha oh just pile it on ladies.
