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February 17
Apr. 20th, 2009 08:17 pmAt least here, he ain't stuck in some pit dug into the earth.
At least here, he ain't in a damn bear cage.
At least here, the bullet's been taken out by a real doc and everything, packed and wrapped and sterilized and all that good stuff, and the bandages ain't even bloody. Whatever that Marron kid did, he did good and the list of people he owes now is longer than it was a couple days ago. As much as he hates that live together, die alone crap Doc Giggles always espouses, there's somethin' to it. He won't ever admit that in public but hey, can't blame a guy for singin' a different song every once in a while.
The down side of bein' here all shot up is this ain't no magic healing island. Ain't nothin' special in the water here. Last night? It was hard, not that he'll ever own up to that. He wasn't quite feverish but almost. Had the chills, got too hot, tried not to move a whole lot, kept his leg propped up. Ordered in room service -- try gettin' that on Craphole Island -- watched too much TV. Read too many trash tabloids, finished a book, drank a beer from some place called Iapetus, which he'll look up sometime and see where the hell it is.
Mostly, he spent a lot of time wishin' he was out and walkin' around. Man always wants what he can't have, don't he? Reaching over to the bedside table, he grabs himself a cigarette and lights it with a book of matches from that pizza place where he told Freckles he'd try and behave. He hears a voice in his head from long ago reminding him it ain't smart to smoke in bed.
He ignores it.
At least here, he ain't in a damn bear cage.
At least here, the bullet's been taken out by a real doc and everything, packed and wrapped and sterilized and all that good stuff, and the bandages ain't even bloody. Whatever that Marron kid did, he did good and the list of people he owes now is longer than it was a couple days ago. As much as he hates that live together, die alone crap Doc Giggles always espouses, there's somethin' to it. He won't ever admit that in public but hey, can't blame a guy for singin' a different song every once in a while.
The down side of bein' here all shot up is this ain't no magic healing island. Ain't nothin' special in the water here. Last night? It was hard, not that he'll ever own up to that. He wasn't quite feverish but almost. Had the chills, got too hot, tried not to move a whole lot, kept his leg propped up. Ordered in room service -- try gettin' that on Craphole Island -- watched too much TV. Read too many trash tabloids, finished a book, drank a beer from some place called Iapetus, which he'll look up sometime and see where the hell it is.
Mostly, he spent a lot of time wishin' he was out and walkin' around. Man always wants what he can't have, don't he? Reaching over to the bedside table, he grabs himself a cigarette and lights it with a book of matches from that pizza place where he told Freckles he'd try and behave. He hears a voice in his head from long ago reminding him it ain't smart to smoke in bed.
He ignores it.