Monday, November 23, 2009
LXVI: Clarke XII
Drunk with Clarke last night. Feeling sorry for ourselves in his living room after watching Kelly's Heroes. Peetsabooty was sleeping on the carpet in front of us. We were at a lull in the conversation when Clarke said, "I think life is generally a little disappointing."
"Yeah. A little," I replied. Too casually.
"The gifts I wanted to give were never needed."
"Oh, I dunno. The ways I'm good at being nice aren't helpful, and the ways I'm bad at it are."
I looked at Peetsabooty. He stared back with that vacant, soul-less look animals have. Nothing but instinct. Glassy eyes. Like a man exhausted at the end of a drunk.