"if you use 'the nice kind of quiet again' i'll kill ya"

I haven't had a nice night like this in a while. My room is humming softly and I can hear the sprinklers nourishing the grass at a pace one man controls. The afternoon was moist and an awful kind of warm. There were men in blue suits that taped up my living room with garbage bags and made my house smell like clay. The aroma was nauseating and put me to sleep for a good part of the day. I feel well rested because of it though.

Blaise came by in his red truck and did a great park job on my lawn. I hopped in his car with my crippled "Professor X" action figure and my LOL pillow I won at a kiosk with high hopes and expectations. We picked up Dasha, blasting "Dancing Queen" and other ABBA hits, driving through her neighborhood feeling good about ourselves and dancing to beat. Blaise always lightens up everyone’s day, which is exactly what both Dasha and I needed. After cruising along the freeway laughing to our hearts' content, we parked at Denny's and headed in for some chicken strips. I saw my father there, however, which basically ruined what could've been the "perfect mood".

He was alone with a newspaper headlining the Olympics and called me over for a talk. He informed me that he was really in Reno last week (He told us he was in Tahoe for the weekend which we all knew was bullshit) and that he had lost big after winning big. He gave me his puppy-dog face and his guilt trip story and asked if I could work for him. Suddenly anger surged through my body. I said "no" to him for the first time in my life, telling him that I wouldn't bail him out this time. "Fuck it," I said. I was tired of all of his bullshit, and for the first time in my life, I was not remorseful one fucking bit.

I sat back at the booth discontent, but I tried not to let it get me down. Dasha and I have been uneasy lately together due to me being a male, but things have been working out. I really do love the girl, and I usually dream about us being together in the future. She is about seven feet tall in my fantasy and I'm about ten. We go on adventures sometimes, but most of the time we are cooking eggs or making smoothies. We also go to concerts and get John Stamos to baby-sit our lovely daughter Claire and our beautiful son Victor. Anyway, she put her hand on my knee when I sat down, knowing something was wrong, which made me happy. I really miss kissing her though because I feel like everything is alright when I do. Like everything is perfect and all you want to do is be with her your entire life. Well, I don't really need to kiss to do that, because I feel it like hell right now.

My father decided to guilt trip me again by picking up our tab before he left, which actually made me angrier, but I didn't let it get to me. We went bowling afterwards which was fun and crazy. I actually got a score over 100, which amazes me because I'm a god-awful bowler. Blaise was a master, and Dasha was weaker than usual. I swear, I've seen Dasha bowl before, and she usually gets 300s every time. No joke. I think bowling tonight was the most fun I've had in a while. Not so much Blaise and I bowling at the same time or hilarious drunks yelling at Blaise to cut his hair, but because I was with two of my best friends. And because of that, the night was perfect.

I'll write more often, I promise.

cya.

Love,
-George