Essay On Crazy Life

“Your place is over there?” She pointed to the far end of the table across from the head.

Moving to find a more comfortable position in the armchair, he cleared his throat before taking a long sip of the coffee. “She didn’t have the typical look of a junkie or a street person.”

"I did not know you would be coming!" Sophia said. Her voice was only loud enough to

A shallow gasp escaped her throat. “Even if I am—it’s no concern of yours.” She retrieved her

He hoped that the taste of mint overpowered that of alcohol; just a couple of beers for Dutch Courage; as they shared a soft kiss, and when she exited the bathroom a deep breath escaped his lips, elicited by the visage before him. This was the woman he loved and, as he'd done for the past month, he told himself that the fire she'd ignited could be quenched by continuing to visit prostitutes. Lila need not be aware, and in the end, it was for her benefit. A man could justify any act if he desired to commit it enough.

“Bring someone,” she had said with a smile that always meant mischief, so here I was with Miller, in the back seat of Scottie’s car on our way to Anita’s, where we would get drunk off whatever we could find in her mom’s liquor cabinet and whatever Scottie brought us. Tonight, it was some red wine (“Fifty dollar Cabernet Sauvignon, not just wine,” Anita had scolded) and lemon-flavored vodka with grapefruit juice, because that’s all we could find in the fridge. I’d had about two and a half glasses of each by the time Anita said, “Let’s go to the Woodgate church!”

“My bride,” he said, lying still and kissing her lips gently. “Are you all right?”

The theatrics seem to die a little "Ok, I understand all this, Madame. But if you find me so shockingly offensive, why are you here? Must have been quite the walk" he says, sitting back calmly.

After talking about general things, Johnny had remembered seeing a full moon right before he entered the pub for a second time that night. His southern, romantic, roots were taking hold of him when he asked Clarissa, “Hey darlin,’ would you like to take a stroll along the shoreline?” Clarissa looked him over, first looking into his eyes, then to his chest, then back up to his eyes again. “I would love to,” she responded, sort of stunned that he had taken an interest in her. Johnny got up first, then hurried to Clarissa’s chair to assist her out of it. He could see that she was wearing some pretty fierce high heels, so he wanted to make sure she didn’t stumble and embarrass herself, plus he was a gentleman through and through. His hand, he threw

“They are tagging along with me for the day. The woman is Alyssa and I let her accompany me today.”

Emboldened by the need to explain herself, Dallea looked up at the man with the respect he deserved. “I needed to say goodbye. I hope I have not angered anyone with my late arrival.”

“Can I talk to my sister for a moment?” I grabbed Haylee by her sweatshirt and pulled her to the side.

The week and a half I had to mull my decision over, led into a much lighter conversation with Mary. That day I made sure to be a good 15 minutes early. Waves of ease went through my body as I walked back into our claustrophobic break room. I called her over to talk. Squeaking of her computer chair echoed through the room. She stood and walked over to me, promptly pulling out a seat for herself. “What did you want to talk about Elizabeth?” she inquired.

To entertain myself for the duration of their private discussion, I engage silently into other people’s conversations and interactions. After observing Clyde flirt with girl after girl at the bar, all the while, Derrick watches with envious eyes, I draw my attention to Mary, who stands in the corner having a ‘break’ with her tongue down some guy’s throat. Nice Mary. I avert my eyes in disgust.

“Let’s go honey, you are getting drunk. I should not let you.” She took my hand and we left the restaurant.