But I want to sit on Heather's porch, listening to
music, drinking my booze of the week, surrounded by
people who don't care that I like the Monkees. I want
to play Cribbage with Gabe-o and joke around with
Tasha. I want to go drunk-shop with K. I want to
spend ridiculous afternoons behind the counter at
Homeward bound, I wish I was.
Try standing up for yourself. Act like the person I
always thought you were. Make him eat out of your
hands for a change. Please, don't let your daughters
grow up thinking that this is how love looks, drunk
and cocky and racist.
I will go back, my life will go on. This life isn't
mine, it's yours, and the sooner you figure that out,
the better off your kids will be.
"I don't need counseling. I know why I stay with him – my dad beat me and now my husband does, too. I don't need a shrink to tell me."
"That's like if I have a flat tire – I know why it's flat, I ran over a nail, and I know why the car drives funny, there's a flat tire, but fuck all, I know the problem – why fix it?"
"You can be such a bitch."
"That's why we get along so well."
I guess I like the fact that the man of steel is more human than we think. I know I am.
"I've done it, and what's more, you've done it, and I have a life to lead now," she called back, forcing herself to feel the courage of her conviction.
"This is surreal. It's raining. This only happens in movies. Let's talk about this," he called as sirens went by a block away.
"This isn't a movie. There's only one writer. This is my life, and I'll thank you to keep out of it," she called back. Only in movies, indeed.
This place is where love and imagination go to die. This is the granddaddy mother ship of heartless, plastic Americana. But my imagination, my love of raspberry smoothies and Irish Cream Italian syrup – I can give you that for $3.50.
One of the young doctors came running out to see my leg.
"It didn't eat through the skin," he said, though I couldn't tell if he was impressed with my first aid skills or disappointed at not having something as cool as acid-eaten flesh to deal with on a Wednesday night.