[ he's endured worse than this even on a good day, threats to his person and snide remarks and keeping his head bowed low even when the dregs of pride demanded no.
this is a slip, a break, an anomaly in the proper flow of things. all men have their weak moments, don't they? times when they slip up and give in briefly to despair and anger and rage?
he makes a note to stave away any repeats, and smiles to the empty room. ]
That's right. Give me a half hour, I'll be there.
[ its something he needs, he realizes, like a drowning man needs that hand up, the thing to keep his head above the surface, his eyes above the tideline. Dreams had always been his lifeline.
What a pickle, to find himself in a town there they meant nothing. ]
Re: a call
this is a slip, a break, an anomaly in the proper flow of things. all men have their weak moments, don't they? times when they slip up and give in briefly to despair and anger and rage?
he makes a note to stave away any repeats, and smiles to the empty room. ]
That's right. Give me a half hour, I'll be there.
[ its something he needs, he realizes, like a drowning man needs that hand up, the thing to keep his head above the surface, his eyes above the tideline. Dreams had always been his lifeline.
What a pickle, to find himself in a town there they meant nothing. ]