Chapter 2-"Dealing With The Pain"
We got there around 10 p.m. I ordered a sacrificial virgin. It seemed to lighten the load of a very somber and sad day. Drowning my sorrows in alcohol helped a bit, but it never erased my pain. After talking for awhile, I needed air. I sat down, and was almost about to cry when Carter walked out. "Abigail Lockhart sits alone", I heard him say. Yes, I was sitting alone, but it wasn't because of everyone. I couldn't get the thoughts of Mark out of my head. He was too young! Carter seemed to lighten the load, joking around and everything and apparently so did the cigarette I had in my hand. A good combination--Carter and cigarettes, they both give you a competitive edge (don't tell him I said that). Once we started talking, I gazed into his eyes. Seeing the pain, I asked, "Are you okay?" "Yes I'm fine", he said. He leaned over as he tried to kiss me. "Oh John, do it, do it, do it! I don't have bad breath, I brushed about three times this morning, and drank three bottles of listerine, I'm totally clean." Oh no, he's backing away! What? Do I have something in my teeth? Maybe it was the appetizer at dinner? Or maybe it was a piece of lettuce from the salad I ate earlier? Dammit. Ooh, let me reach for my compact for a minute." Checking, I see a piece of chicken in my teeth. Good, it wasn't actually lettuce. But yeah, chicken is worse. Whew, I got it. Now John, kiss me. But it will have to wait, he doesn't. "How many lives do you think?" I ask. "About a million I guess." "No more than that." "Forget Superman, I'll take Mark Greene." "Well, if I had known that I would have shaved my head a long time ago", he says.
I look at John, and think to myself, "Ooh, ooh, do it John, do it. You deserve a new look. I'm now doing the cabbage patch, "Go John Carter, get your groove on, it's your birthday, shave that hair, get sexy, take off your shirt, twirl it around, strip for me, get busy, its your birthday."
"Abby? Abby? What are you doing?" "Uh nothing, John. Boy is it hot out here, or is it me?" "It must be you."
(Abby goes back to thinking again)
"Go John Carter strip for me to your underwear coz its hot out here. Go John, its your birthday." "Abby? Abby?. Let's get out of here, please. You're scaring me. Are you drunk? Come on hop in my car, I'm taking you to A-A." "I'm not going. You're not supposed to go to AA meetings drunk."
He runs after me, taking me over his shoulder walking toward his jeep. "Woohoo, this is fun, but oh, I feel dizzy."
(John walks Abby down the street)
"Put me down!" "No!" "Ooh, I'm going to bite him, I'm drunk so it doesn't matter. ooh, I'm gonna bite him", she sings. "Here I go!" "CHOMP" "Eew, I bit his shirt, polyester tastes like vodka and eggs. Oh yeah now I'm totally drunk." "Son of a bitch! You bit me!" "Oh he's pissed. Watch I'll come back with a remark that will knock him off his feet..."You dropped me!" "Oh well, one good turn deserves another."
(Carter and Abby look at each other)
"Uh oh, are those footsteps we hear?" "He won't see us if we sit still."
(They freeze themselves like manaquins)
"Is everything okay out here?"
"Yeah", we both mutter.
"Okay!"
(He walks inside)
"We need to stop at a drugstore and get you some band aids, you could have rabies."
"Uhh, I hate to break this to you Abby, but YOU bit me. You're not foaming from the mouth are you?"
(Abby wipes her mouth)
"Oh yeah! I am."
"Abby, there you go again, making stupid remarks. That was the whipped cream from desert! You don't have rabies. You're fine!"
(surprised) "Yes! I am!"
"Abby, lets get you to Doc Magoos for coffee!"
"Yeah lets go!"
We got there around 10 p.m. I ordered a sacrificial virgin. It seemed to lighten the load of a very somber and sad day. Drowning my sorrows in alcohol helped a bit, but it never erased my pain. After talking for awhile, I needed air. I sat down, and was almost about to cry when Carter walked out. "Abigail Lockhart sits alone", I heard him say. Yes, I was sitting alone, but it wasn't because of everyone. I couldn't get the thoughts of Mark out of my head. He was too young! Carter seemed to lighten the load, joking around and everything and apparently so did the cigarette I had in my hand. A good combination--Carter and cigarettes, they both give you a competitive edge (don't tell him I said that). Once we started talking, I gazed into his eyes. Seeing the pain, I asked, "Are you okay?" "Yes I'm fine", he said. He leaned over as he tried to kiss me. "Oh John, do it, do it, do it! I don't have bad breath, I brushed about three times this morning, and drank three bottles of listerine, I'm totally clean." Oh no, he's backing away! What? Do I have something in my teeth? Maybe it was the appetizer at dinner? Or maybe it was a piece of lettuce from the salad I ate earlier? Dammit. Ooh, let me reach for my compact for a minute." Checking, I see a piece of chicken in my teeth. Good, it wasn't actually lettuce. But yeah, chicken is worse. Whew, I got it. Now John, kiss me. But it will have to wait, he doesn't. "How many lives do you think?" I ask. "About a million I guess." "No more than that." "Forget Superman, I'll take Mark Greene." "Well, if I had known that I would have shaved my head a long time ago", he says.
I look at John, and think to myself, "Ooh, ooh, do it John, do it. You deserve a new look. I'm now doing the cabbage patch, "Go John Carter, get your groove on, it's your birthday, shave that hair, get sexy, take off your shirt, twirl it around, strip for me, get busy, its your birthday."
"Abby? Abby? What are you doing?" "Uh nothing, John. Boy is it hot out here, or is it me?" "It must be you."
(Abby goes back to thinking again)
"Go John Carter strip for me to your underwear coz its hot out here. Go John, its your birthday." "Abby? Abby?. Let's get out of here, please. You're scaring me. Are you drunk? Come on hop in my car, I'm taking you to A-A." "I'm not going. You're not supposed to go to AA meetings drunk."
He runs after me, taking me over his shoulder walking toward his jeep. "Woohoo, this is fun, but oh, I feel dizzy."
(John walks Abby down the street)
"Put me down!" "No!" "Ooh, I'm going to bite him, I'm drunk so it doesn't matter. ooh, I'm gonna bite him", she sings. "Here I go!" "CHOMP" "Eew, I bit his shirt, polyester tastes like vodka and eggs. Oh yeah now I'm totally drunk." "Son of a bitch! You bit me!" "Oh he's pissed. Watch I'll come back with a remark that will knock him off his feet..."You dropped me!" "Oh well, one good turn deserves another."
(Carter and Abby look at each other)
"Uh oh, are those footsteps we hear?" "He won't see us if we sit still."
(They freeze themselves like manaquins)
"Is everything okay out here?"
"Yeah", we both mutter.
"Okay!"
(He walks inside)
"We need to stop at a drugstore and get you some band aids, you could have rabies."
"Uhh, I hate to break this to you Abby, but YOU bit me. You're not foaming from the mouth are you?"
(Abby wipes her mouth)
"Oh yeah! I am."
"Abby, there you go again, making stupid remarks. That was the whipped cream from desert! You don't have rabies. You're fine!"
(surprised) "Yes! I am!"
"Abby, lets get you to Doc Magoos for coffee!"
"Yeah lets go!"