I'm not sure if he never has. Not here, in this city, but maybe a long time ago. But it's not like I ever worried. We were always easy friends, the two of us, and it wasn't something we ever needed to talk about. But after everything that's happened, maybe I'd forgotten it.
But now, standing on the edge of this fuckin' devil's trap, it seems a little too much like a final goodbye. Saying things he might not have, otherwise, 'cause he might not ever get the chance again.
"Shit, man. Don't tell me you're fuckin' sorry right now, please. You can tell me again when you're not bleedin' out the fuckin' mouth, okay?"
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Date: 2013-04-18 04:51 am (UTC)But now, standing on the edge of this fuckin' devil's trap, it seems a little too much like a final goodbye. Saying things he might not have, otherwise, 'cause he might not ever get the chance again.
"Shit, man. Don't tell me you're fuckin' sorry right now, please. You can tell me again when you're not bleedin' out the fuckin' mouth, okay?"