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The slog of life had caught up with him. Not that it mattered much but he had fought with Carlos. Perfect, candy skinned Carlos he had caused to hate him. After his return from the desert otherworld there was so much left empty. Empty spaces in mattresses, empty headed feeling of the- no. Remember to use your tool box, don't work too much, don't use your time to wallow in loneliness. Cecil sweet, pathetic Cecil had his love back. If he listened to the voicemails long enough, maybe he would be lulled to sleep. Lulled into his own delusion of fear.
Everything was fine when he arrived, but then he needed to leave. He needed to see his work through. Needing Carlos was out of the question, of course it was. So Cecil drove home from where he had parked his car. Drove the liquor store, bought dessert wine that tasted just as sweet as his kisses he thought, and dank deeply.
and drank deeply
and drank deeply
and drank deeply
woke up late from work. Dressed and noticed the dusty flask and filled it, and drove to work tipsy but not drunk. Station Management didn't notice he stank of wine, figured since they had nearly perfect smell for hunting prey. Gave the intern some snide remark and went to the booth. Worked, with a flask on his hip.
the flask on his hip
the flask on his hip
the flask on his hip
By the time Carlos had texted him it was lunch and he picked it up from work himself, along with a bottle of rose. Down the hatch the kosher sandwich from the mini-gas mart and the alcohol went into the flask. Cecil after the broad cast was finished for the day, Wobbled home
wobbled home
wobbled home
wobbled home
The intern took care of the cat, Cecil was too drunk to remember. Screamed at the people in traffic, got on twitter, took a swig from the flask. And made it home, Slurring both speech and earning a DUI. Not like he needed to have Carlos know. So he wouldn't, he could bike to work, next time he would remember to feed the cat(who even knew what breed of flea could drive him) he only gave a head pat too. Calling the intern Maureen at an 'odd hour' she would say.(but what did the teenager know).
the cycle continues
the cycle continues
the cycle continues.