iii ~

[ It's a little bit like a Vegas casino down here. He heard from Henry who heard it from somebody else that they build those casinos with no windows so you forget how long you've been in there throwing your money away. It sounded insane when Henry told him, needlessly cruel and maybe somehow illegal, but Eddie's starting to realise that sometimes the naïveté of childhood isn't in gullibly believing everything you hear, but in refusing to believe things that sound too inhumane to be true. People, when given the chance, will be as inhumane as possible.

And shit, if these are the kinds of thoughts he's having after only a couple days (or is it longer? or shorter? fuck, he doesn't know) down here, Eddie hates to think what kind of miserable son of a bitch he'll turn out to be if they don't ever let him out.

He's greedy for conversation, for someone to talk to, anyone, and thank Christ they haven't taken his sense of humour from him yet – when the guy at the bars asks what he's in for, Eddie manages a grin and a snort of laughter. ]

How about... I got caught smuggling cocaine through JFK customs?

(3114 comments)

iii ~

Post a comment in response: