Disclaimer - These characters are the property of Jonathan Larson
Bitter Pill
She wasn't happy when she came to visit us. She stood there in our dirty apartment with the peeling wallpaper and the broken-down toilet and in that moment made us feel like the lowest of the low.
She was wearing a furry coat and tight-ass pants and high heels. Her makeup was overdone and her hair was pulled and greased from her face. She looked like shit. Expensive shit. The weird thing was her eyes. They were rimmed with eyeliner so she looked like a raccoon and inside the black mask they had an empty look. The empty bored look that only the rich can achieve to perfection. She was rich and she knew it and we were poor and she knew it and for that she held us in contempt.
Benny had his arm around her and was cooing into her ear but she ignored him. She ignored all of us and in that moment I realized that we would lose Benny. We had lost him to the dream of riches and money and yachts and country clubs and perfect girlfriends. It was a bitter pill to swallow and a hard realization to face.