Me:
I told one of them that everyone here acts like fucking Peter Pans.
Think they get to laze around all day.
Me:
Maybe I need to send him to the rocks and then write.
I’ll figure out a trigger and say it. Like put on a show I don’t even want to watch. And then he will run off and I’ll write thousands of words.
Alice:
And I'll laugh for 50 years.
When your acknowledgements honor The Rocks.
Me:
To The Rocks. For giving me the space to write.
Alice:
“Thank you for your reliable presence and stable existence."
About 2 hours later
Me:
He never came back. Seems very strange. Has been like 90+ mins bordering 2 hours.
Didn’t take his phone or watch, so I can’t even see where he is.
Alice:
Hm. Has that ever happened before?
Me:
Yesterday was like 2 hours. But he had his watch so I could see where he was.
Unacceptable from my perspective.
Like are we 5 years old and run away with no way of getting in contact? No, no we are not.
Alice:
Do you want to go find him?
Me:
I don’t know where he would be and I live in a really shitty part of Sunset Cay.
Lots of tweakers everywhere.
I think about it. She makes a point. I can go see where he is.
Is it the safest option? No, it would be far safer to just sit here. Physically.